Perhaps the full moon was to blame. It’s hard to say. All I know is this week was wonky.
And it all began on Sunday. Sunday I had a million and one things to accomplish—one of which included attending the 3rd birthday of a sweet little someone.
With that in mind, I ran to Target to get a gift. When I emerged, I found my car had been aerial bombed by what I can only assume to be a rather impressive formation of fowl. My car was covered, front to back, in field-drab-colored bird poop.
The drive home was nothing if not a lesson in humility.
Once home, I furiously washed the car before dropping it off at the mechanic. From there I hitched a ride to the party—with a quick side trip to the grocery store on the way home. Of course, being used to driving my own car, I came out of the store with my car keys in hand. That’s right. My car keys—the ones I had supposedly sealed in an envelope and slid through the slot for after-hours-drop-off.
Nope. No sir. That would be my house key I dropped off.
So Monday morning, I rode with my mom to her office. Then I took her car to the mechanics to trade out keys. Then, I thought it a brilliant idea to park at my mom’s office and walk the mile or so to mine. It would have been a brilliant idea, too—if it wasn’t stormy. I anticipated the rain—I was armed with an umbrella (one that opened inside out); I did not anticipate my shoes would be slick on the sidewalks or that the wind would kick up frequently. An attempt to keep myself upright forced me to meander; it was really no workout at all. Not to mention, by the time I got to work, my hair was roughly the size of Texas.
That’s just the start. Seems little bits of weirdness ran amok throughout the week.
Needless to say, I hope the tomfoolery of my week kept far from you. If not, rest easy: the week is nearly behind us.
Today, the weekend knocks upon our door. Here’s hoping it takes us out, and shows us a good time . . .