It’s a good thing I have the patience of Job, the calm of Buddha, and the wisdom of…well, never mind that. My life has been a living heck for the past few days and if things continue the way they’ve been going, I may be forced to do something drastic, like watch the Cowboys try to play football.<\/p>\n
It all started Saturday night, when we returned to our truck following a dance to find that the Country Club’s sprinkler system had applied a heavy layer of Midland water, which, as we all know, is really just damp minerals. In other words, if our water was an actor, it would be Chuck Norris. I was mad enough to spit (although that would have only exacerbated the problem) and I’m tempted to join the Country Club just so I can resign in protest.<\/p>\n
So, a good part of Sunday afternoon was spent washing the car in an attempt to keep the minerals from establishing a permanent residence on the paint. Having completed that task, I then decided to do some touch-up painting on the garage walls.<\/p>\n
They needed touching up not because they had been scratched and gouged, but because I had applied touch-up paint a few months before. Allow me to explain. That initial touch-up was done using paint I found in the attic which we *thought* matched the color of the garage walls. After it dried, it was obviously one shade too dark. So, yesterday I pulled out the other leftover bucket of paint — the one labeled “all other walls” — and went over all the dark spots. When that paint dried, it was obviously one shade too light. All I know to do now is (1) mix the two and hope the average is just right, or (b) let Debbie repaint the whole garage. Hmmm….<\/p>\n
Fast forward to this morning, where it was time for me to put the cinnamon biscuits in the oven where they would broil to a crispy, sugary brown and sacrifice their doughy little bodies for the sake of our appetites. As I lifted the foil lined tray, I caught the edge on the oven door, and half of our breakfast made a fast break. You’ll not be surprised to know that every one of them fell cinnamon\/sugar\/butter-side down. Fortunately, the 5-second rule was in force, and Debbie was none the wiser. (“Take these, dear; I think they’re the best ones!”)<\/p>\n
Fortunately, I knew that an inviolable Hollywood law holds that disasters come in threes, so I was able to make my regular Monday morning trip to the grocery store confident that the worst was behind me, probably for the whole week.<\/p>\n
Say, do you ever buy those bakery cakes that come in those plastic containers with the snap-on lids that can only be removed with power tools and large crowbars? They will just not come off to save your life. Well, until you pick one up to put it on the little food treadmill at the grocery check-out, at which time it easily slips off and deposits your coconut cake sideways in the shopping cart. <\/p>\n
*sigh* What’s next? Surely nothing else can go wrong. The only way it might get worse is if my computer d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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