i really hate it when i start a day off with a headache. especially a tuesday. they're bad enough on their own without any added pain and suffering.
so, yeah, my water bottle sprung a leak in my bag this morning, turning it into a brita-filtered swimming pool for my pens, notebook, novel and glasses. i didn't even know until i was halfway from the parking lot to my office. i felt a little bit of wet on my thigh and thought maybe i'd brushed up against a dewy hedge out front, until i realized it was getting wetter. i held the bag away from me, looked at the bottom and watched as juicy droplets splooshed to the floor. fuck. oh well, maybe that will help get rid of the smirnoff ice residue from last summer's container spill at alki beach.
Hmm.. Gary left for work this morning with wet thighs himself. Oh, don't look at me like that - he was giving Rowan a bath (I asked him to put her in the tub, he actually bathed her - what a man!) and rinsing her off with the hand-held shower thingy and, well, apparently he never learned that one doesn't point it outwards. ;)
when did you get a hand-held shower thingie?
Christmas. I actually got two for Christmas... ya know, that could do things to one's self esteem. (One was from Gary - I'd mentioned it on a long list of things I'd like to have and that's what he picked out... the other was from my aunt who just got it with no prompting out of the blue. go figure.)
*had morning quickie*