Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

The past three mornings have had some sort of something happen. And not a good kind of something. Tuesday my breakfast went from a harmless bowl of warm goo to Mount Cream of Wheat erupting in the microwave (at work). While cleaning up the pale & grainy lava, I managed to spill my raspberry ice (crystal light) all over my hands & the counter. My hands maintained a reddish tinge the rest of the day.

Wednesday. Well I won't go into that because it's a tad embarassing. Let's just say I was running late & decided to drive to work. While scraping the ice off my car I realized I had forgotten to put on something rather important and I had to run back in and grab it.

Today I was repacking my messenger bag to bring into work and nearly broke my toe. I hit the rim of this thick glass vase that I'm mosaic'ing for my mom and my toe careened off of that into the sturdy plastic drawered container that I store my mosaic tiles in. Basically I stubbed my toe. Twice. Tears instantly formed in my eyes & I may have whimpered some. Okay, a lot. Even had a son of a petri dish pop out of my mouth.

I'm currently eating my pb&j and drinking my diet mt. dew. Comfort breakfast of champions, I tell ya. Plus I don't think I can face another CoW Volcano this morning.