Saturday - Wake up to find an infection in my big toe. Unfortunately this is a semi-frequent occurrence so I clean up, put my socks & shoes on & pray it won't hurt too much because I'm going to the Yankees game at The Ballpark in Arlington, er....Ameriquest Field! Tom & I get there are 1:30. Game starts at 3:10. We take our time walking to stadium from the 2 mile away parking lot. Pick up our tickets at will-call and ride the longest escalators I've ever been on to the 3rd level of the stadium. We smoke, then decide to see just how high up we really are. See, we expected to be high up because our tickets were only $5 a piece. That's all that was left when we purchased them. Come to find out that we are in the very last row of the stadium. Which isn't a problem except that the wind is blowing 20 mph and there is no wall behind our seats, just a chain link fence. After sitting there 20 minutes, my ear began to hurt (I am prone to ear aches) and there was no way I could sit there for 2-3 hours. So we left after Tom promised we could get tickets for when the Yankees come back to town. I talked to the gate person who let us out & she said they're coming back in August but we should get tickets now since some sections are already sold out!
That night we ran errands & came back to discover a call from Tom's dad on the answering machine stating it would be nice if he called once in awhile. Tom told me he's been calling, but doesn't leave messages, figuring his parents will see our number on their caller ID. Apparently not. I talk to my mom a few times a week, so I can't understand why someone wouldn't immediately call their parents after a message like that. But, Tom has a mind of his own and he told me he'd call them tomorrow. Historically, tomorrow doesn't guarantee he'll call, so I got upset (for his parents) and decided I wasn't going to talk to him until he talked to his parents (childish, I know). Well, that pissed him off and we weren't speaking to each other.
I start to take my socks off & discover that my "injury" is stuck to my sock. OMG what am I going to do? To just rip off my sock would be certain pain. So I decide to stick my foot under the faucet in the tub which will help ease the sock off so I can put medicine on my toe. I go upstairs and when I walk in the bathroom, I see a bug on the toilet. Not just a bug, but the mother of all bug species - the "palmetto" bug. Some of you know that I am deathly afraid of bugs. I broke out in a sweat, slammed the door & hightailed it downstairs where I started to feel sick to my stomach. Since hubby & I weren't speaking he wasn't inclined to assist me by killing said bug. Finally after 30 minutes he's fed up with me cowering downstairs & stomps upstairs to fix it. Bug - nowhere to be found. I creep upstairs and break out into another sweat in the bathroom just looking for the damn thing. Nope, nowhere to be found. This sets off the paranoia that I will wake up with the stupid bug on my face or something. *sigh*. 30 minutes later I creep back into the bathroom - I've just got to know where this thing is. There it is! On top of the toilet! I fly downstairs to find hubby in the bathroom. Damn it, foiled again! By the time he's out, bug is missing in action. As of this morning he's in there somewhere. I kept door closed & a towel over the crack under the door so he wouldn't end up on my face. Serious bug patrol needs to be done today.
I wake up this morning at 7:47am. First of all, angry that I'm awake. I hear the cat running around like a nut downstairs. Meowing & all sorts of racket. I get up which launches the dog into a frenzy to go out. When I let her out, a salamander comes into our house! A freaking salamander!!! Of course I wouldn't touch it since it had more legs than I do & isn't very cute & cuddly. Anyway, now he's gone so there's a missing salamander in my house now too! Only thing to do is put glue boards down for them, so looks like we'll have to do that.
After that bizarreness I decide to feed cat to shut her up. I walk back to the room her bowl is in & she is standing there with something sticking out of her. WTF? Keep in mind it's not even 8am yet! Turns out to be the fly trap we had hung up last night. Somehow it fell & the stickiness of it stuck to her fur. *sigh*. After removal of the trap & feeding of the fat cat I go to the bathroom (downstairs of course). The rug on the floor is wet. WTF is going on around here????????? I try not to think about it because I'm tired & want to go back to sleep. Nevermind that I'm burning up & think it's at least 90 in our house - damn air conditioner musta broke. After leaving the bathroom I check the thermostat, it's only 77 so it's just me being hot. I go back upstairs, turn on ceiling fan & fall asleep to Ghostbusters on TV.
Turns out the dog has been using the bathroom rug as her little potty! I figured that out by turning rug over. Yep, stained. The little bitch!!
It's only 1:19 but I'm *exhausted* from all the bizarre shit that's happened in the last 12 hours. Please God, no more plague - I don't think I could take it. Now if I can just figure out how to get into the upstairs bathroom to brush my teeth & shower.
posted by Chris O. @ 5/23/2004 10:58:00 AM
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