I have a band-aid on my face. My pants ripped at the pocket seam. I haven't brushed my hair in two weeks.
Yeah, this pretty much sums up the sad state of life I find myself in recently.
I also have a huge pile of laundry that has been spilling out between two laundry baskets since the last time I brushed my hair. My car used to be red and is now some shade of dun due to the dust it has accumulated.
I sat on my couch for the better part of two hours tonight, fantasizing about eating Greek food but knew that it would mean brushing my hair and taking the band-aid off my face. Eventually I got off the couch and into my dun-colored car. I walked into the restaurant to enjoy a meal by my onesies, band-aid and tangled hair included.
Hopefully I can pull out of this sometime.
And get myself some new pants...
Depending on the rip at the pocket seam, they might be fixable. I've had to do that twice for Brett in the last year.
ReplyDeleteI think times like that are an occupational hazard.