Right now I’m having a glass of wine at 11 am (Don’t worry, my hubby is here to watch my kid J.I.C.), because I have been on a roll of project ‘fails’ today. I know every day is not perfect, but today I fear that I am dangerous to the general well-being of my home. Needless to say, I think a glass of wine will calm my nerves, slow my actions so I think before plowing forward, and fix my progressively developing negative attitude.
Here’s a run down of things I’ve done: I’ve stabbed my finger with a needle (badly and deeply beneath the nail. Gangrene here I come.), shorted an electrical socket, broken a light (directly following installing it. ‘let there be light!’ *sparks fly*… ‘Oh crud.’), ruined the coffee (apparently a filter is necessary), and stained a pair of pants while trying to remove a stain (Yeah. Irony.)
So, that happened. And now this is happening…
– wine –