Outside of dra-mama screwing with all kinds of illegal activities and getting away with them, how’s your day going.
The contractor has arrived. The first thing he wanted was to ‘look’ the job over, to plan he said. So, up the stairwell he went and let out a howl, and a small cuss word. He’d run a six inch splinter into the palm of his hand.
That was kinda funny, really, except when he hauled out a pocket knife and started whittling on his hand. Several cotton balls and four teaspoons of alcohol later he pronounced himself fit for work.
Watching him cut that splinter from his palm roiled my stomach.
Prior to that I’d gone out to Christmas shop for groceries. Things went well there for sometime, like until check out time. Put half a basket of heavy stuff up on the belt and the computer went down. Moved all the stuff back into the basket and moved check out isles. Second computer crashed.
Tried a third and it worked. While checking out a real live bird flew around the store and landed on the register I was at and then flew away again.
I’m not sure what’s with that grocery and me, but half my entertainment seems to happen on shopping trips to that single store.
No. No, I don’t know if the bird graced any of the groceries. It flew over the produce and meats several times. I had all my stuff in plastic prior to the advent of the bird and was clean.
Pity the first housewife that reaches for a lettuce or apples and grabs a handful of bird doo.
From the reaches,