wherein i discover today might not go as i planned

i'm moving. in one week. downsizing, no less. a tremendous to-do list awaits me this morning, my last saturday before The Big Move.

leeetle problem: i was out of clothes. so 'doing laundry' promptly established itself as numero uno, bumping 'stuff my starving face' to #2.

grumbling just a little bit (laundry is so tedious), i gathered all the clothes, sorted them into their little piles and started filling the washing machine. good thing, i thought, that i just bought laundry detergent at costco. the big jug of liquid detergent, with the spout n' all. realizing that i wouldn't be able to reach the little release valve once i hefted it on top of my stacking washer/dryer combo (i'm a shorty, after all), i twisted the little cap, ever so slightly, thereby saving myself the hassle of pulling out a stool to reach it later when i couldn't get the detergent to come out. brilliant, yes?

heaving the jug over my head, i started to balance it onto the top of my dryer. what the?!?

brrrrr. eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww. laundry detergent. was. pouring. over. my. head.

and the floor.

and splashing on the closet door.

all in a split second, the ramifications of which felt like eternity. and it was cold. and slimy. and sticky.

you have got to be kidding me. suddenly, 'take a shower--stat' pre-empted everything else. who knows what laundry detergent would do to my hair, my scalp? i didn't know what's in that stuff.

and now, with the fresh scent of liquid detergent and shampoo in my hair, i'm off to find a mop bucket.

but i think i might stop by the freezer first, and find that pint of haagen-daz. it's gonna be a long day.

friday conversation

i'm beginning to dream again.

not necessarily news of earthshattering importance to the rest of you, but vitally important to me. a sign that sleep is becoming my friend again.

i woke up to rain in the middle of the night--seattle is apparently welcoming spring with a deluge of moisture from the heavens--and i snuggled back down and entered into dreamland. i woke up happy, basking in the warm glow of dreams whose details continue to elude me, like trying to catch a candle flame with my fingers.

my coworkers must have been likewise blessed with pleasant dreams and happy mornings, for the mood and the conversation as we made our daily pilgrimage down to starbucks turned playful.

discussing one of our favorite foods--bacon, otherwise known as 'the food of joy' to my boss--led one coworker to bring this up.

yep. really.

this one lingers. almost ruins my buzz.

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