1. I've been multitasking to the max this week, leaving things a little cross-eyed. You know, that point of delirium you reach after giggling too long and being up too late? Yeah. I've felt like that at least eighteen times this week. This constant emotional precipice (the tottering will either crash me into full-on Bianca mode or full-on Insanity) leaves me to overlook the small things. For example, I threw a pair of red socks in with the white load (forgetting which ump-teenth load I was doing while dusting and vacuuming and cooking dinner at 9pm) or letting the bread burn (forgetting that I set the timer for the chicken and then the cookies but not the bread while unloading the ump-teenth load from the dishwasher and patrolling muddy shoes). I'm not a "make it through this day" or "make it through this week" person - but embodying a "make it to May" motto. I think I can...
2. In this heightened state, I super glued my watch to my wrist on Tuesday. Then laughed until I cried.
3. What had happened was...that I tried to fix a broken shoe with super glue (a craft tool that my husband HAS outlawed me from using, MORE THAN ONCE. Like that time I superglued a plate to the countertop...). I smashed the tube all up before realizing that no glue was coming out because it was still closed. Easy fix, right? Open it. When I did, the tube erupted like a volcano - covering my hands, shirt, counter and floor with super glue. It was dripping off of my hands like lotion. All I could think of was - DON'T STICK YOUR FINGERS TOGETHER BUT TRY TO RINSE THEM OFF. So I turned on the sink, with my elbow, and tried to rinse before I was all, OH MY GOD MY RINGS and then prayed that they weren't superglued to my fingers. After about 15 seconds, my hands were coated white and crusty and dry and I proceeded to clean the floor and countertop by scraping the glue off.
The husband was scheduled to arrive home late this particular day and Mellow was filthy, so we went ahead and climbed in to the tub. Before washing his hair, I went to take off my watch and - BAM - both my watch and bangle were full-on glued to my wrist. I will have to admit the thought flittered through my mind, well, that's not such a bad idea for the watch I keep losing...
4. After about an hour (and losing hair and skin), I was finally able to get the glue to release.
5. As I relayed the story to those who know my tendencies, their first question was "Why didn't you just acetone or nail polish remover?" Simple response: I had JUST painted my nails a gorgeous Essie Ballet Slipper Pink on Monday and was NOT about to undue that manicure. The glue only ruined one nail with its coverage (mostly all over the inside parts of my hands) and I couldn't justify it. I just couldn't.
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