If I had flies on the walls watching me the last ten days or so, you want to know what they’d see? A girl who needs to STOP and breathe! I was counting all the weird and crazy heppenings and all I can really do is stop and shake my head and shrug it off. What’s a girl to do…?
What do I get in the mail? A speeding ticket…oh yeah, totally my fault. Or the ex-prelude’s fault. It has to be someone’s fault that my foot was 20km over the limit!
I left my purse in Tim Hortons only to realize over an hour later. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found it in the booth and later that night realized the cash had been taken. Again, my carelessness and someone else’s greediness.
Then Saturday comes. Its 11am. Sun is shining. I’ve made some coffee, had a pancake and was ready to make myself pretty for a friend’s wedding. I pull “the” black dress out of the closet. Glad it doesn’t need ironing. I’m about to hop into the shower when something seems “wrong” with the toilet. You know that feeling when you just don’t want to look, be in denial. Go on with your day. I couldn’t. My “look” lead me to discover it wasn’t flushing right. I’m starting to cry out “God, please no!” The water is getting higher. I accidentally flush as I am frantically reaching for the plunger the murky water oozes over the ivory rim. My bathroom is small, therefore leaving little tile to cover. I hop on the tub and radiator leaning over the toilet forcing the plunger into the hole. Come on! After about 15 minutes of grabbing every towel I could find (sorry guests, I’ll buy you new ones) and changing plunging angles, the water began to go down and I was left with bleach and clean-up duties. I yelled to my roommate “Don’t come out of your room!” embarrassed at the mess all around. Not only did it overflow, it leaked through to the kitchen lights, leaving a nice drip drip on my kitchen floor of, uh, bathroom water. Did I mention I still made it on time for the wedding?!
This week I’ve tripped on my heels, burnt my skin in the tanning bed, wore my shirt on backwards to work, had three bloody noses and somehow managed to train the new girl. Sort of. And after all those lemons thrown at me…I still figure tomorrow will come, God still loves this silly girl and I lay awake late to tell you about it. When speeding tickets, bloody noses, getting robbed, toilet overflows and tripping on your heels in the middle of Wal-Mart will still make you “squeeze the lemons of life” …. what does that mean? Yours to ponder.