I seem to be operating under water today. No, actually, I seem to be operating under a vat of jello. Lime green jello with lots and lots of floating fruit cocktail in it.
Stewey is wondering if I've taken to "tippling" in the evenings when he's catching his beauty sleep, because I look more and more like I've been out carousing all night. You know...bleary eyes, messy bed head, generally frumpled all around.
Oh well, nothing that a case of diet Coke and a hot shower won't fix.
I've returned from a quick visit to my LNS for the background fiber for Idaho Star. Oddly enough, the color that I selected was the exact color that I returned on Saturday because I didn't think it would work. Silly, silly spinster. Never return crap until you're positively sure that it won't work. Otherwise you end up buying it all over and over and over again.
I also picked up tacks and magnets. I pick up tacks and magnets every single time I go to the shop because I'm fairly certain that Stewey is building his very own little weapon of mass destruction with 13inch stretcher bars, tacks, and magnets. Either that, or he's finally decided on a floor plan for his Barbie Dream Home and has set about constructing the foundation. All I know is that these three things seem to vaporize into thin air as soon as I am in need of them.
A bit of excitement happened on the way home when I stopped at the Mishawaka County City Building to find out about a flu shot (the H1N1 variety, don't you know). When you enter the building there are two "lanes"...one for employees with a HUGE sign above that says DO NOT ENTER and a second for the public that directs you to the metal detector and security clearance.
Guess which one I walked through in my oblivious stupor?
This wouldn't have been so bad were it not for the fact that I was so intent on reading the posted information outside the Health Department that I neglected to hear/see/notice the two officers yelling at me. It was only when the one gentleman pulled his gun out that I suddenly realized that all of the commotion in the building was because of.....ME!
(Talk about peeing on the drapes!)
I was mortified and started bawling immediately, but after a brief explanation that "I'm just not right in the head lately", they took me into a little room and got a statement and signature saying that I'm a boob and despite four years of college (where I was a Great Books major, ironically enough), I apparently forget how to read every now and then.
Needless to say, I came home and decided that Aunt Chrissy can take me to the Targets tonight. I don't think I need to be where other people are at the moment. At least not until I can get my head out of my proverbial.....
Happy Tuesday everybody! I'll update you soon on the success or failure of my thread adventure!