Snippets and remnants of the past few days: yes, they are as random as they seem. What a bizarre week.
Five Year Old [slightly annoyed]: Elizabeth, why do you keep moving my toothbrush to your shelf?
Me: Because that's not your toothbrush, that's my toothbrush.
Five Year Old: No it's not, it's my toothbrush.
Me: Let me show you. (enter bathroom). See, here's your toothbrush.
Five Year Old [emitting five year old giggle]: But I used to have one that's identical. Well, I've been using your toothbrush for a few days! Aaaahahahahahaa!
Me: Then the joke is on you, because I've been using it too!
Editor's Note: Yes, the five year old down the hall knows the word identical. I also taught him the word transparent. Yes, he did used to have an identical toothbrush. He will be six this week so his Mom, myself and our Other Roommate will be throwing a Spiderman birthday party. Come one, come all.
At a different point in the week: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGHGHGHGH, I'm applying to different PhD programs and I'm both confident and nervous, please pray I don't puke all over the computer screen. AAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGHGHGH.
The day before yesterday: At work, state was in the building, one lady had a seizure in physical therapy and nurses went running, later in the day our Beloved 105 year old was trying to move around without her walker and fell. It was traumatic. I hated it. The bizarre note on that situation is that a) we were supposed to go out to lunch for - ahem - get this - "National Activity Professional Week" and couldn't because state was in the building, and, furthermore, I had to call 911 for the 105 year old because I happened to be doing something I haven't done in a long time, which was prank calling my boss with my coworker from another part of the building. I was doing really well until the nurses' aide ran up screaming "DIAL 911!!!!" and I blurted "gotta go!" into the receiver. It would have been a great leg-pulling too, but the prank ended up being on us, because my boss laughed her backside off at us. In my dismay I had said "I'm never making a prank call again" because I was so traumatized at the fact that I'd had to call 911 for our Beloved 105 year old. Somehow, I felt that my prank call was causally linked to the frail, birdlike lady falling and hitting her head later requiring three stitches. She looks, and sounds, like Yoda, is about Yoda's height, and has a great sense of humor. She likes to do our bowling activity, and sometimes gets confused, thinking someone switched her underwear with men's underwear. After that day there was nothing to do but what women having been doing for centuries to cope with stress: I went home and boiled a chicken.
In other notes, our kitchen floor is about two thirds pulled up. We've been excavating through FIVE LAYERS of ugly, cheap, smelly linoleum down to the buried hardwood. But good news, our bathroom will have drywall soon. When the water heater got miffed this past week and went on strike, I had to bathe out of a Pampered Chef pitcher since all hot water had to be procured through the teakettle on the stove. But, more good news, we negotiated with the hot water heater and now it's back on board.
In other good news, GO COLTS. In bad news, I missed the end of the game.
Well, I hope whatever week you had, it now seems normal and calm in comparison.
someday...you'll come around and like "Brazil".
What an exciting and stressful week you had! Wow! Definitely blogging material.
by the way..... am missing my VHS of Brazil...was looking for it..can't find it anywhere...aarrgghhh!!!
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