The other night, when I was cooking dinner (porkchops, pea soup, broccolini) John remarked that I needed 'something' over my stove. I remembered that I had never gotten around to hanging my giant Newgate clock that I got a couple years ago, and, a couple days later, picked up a hook at the hardware store to hang it. It looked super cute...
... for about 36 hours. I guess I didn't set the hook in firmly, because I came home to the above scene. I actually almost walked into the kitchen barefoot, but just before stepping in (in the dark) I caught a weird ticking sound that made me stop, listen and then turn on the light. It was the sound of the sweeping second hand stuck against a huge blade of glass. So thank goodness for that small mercy — it would have been a blood bath had I not heard it.
I never even realized the bubble on that thing was glass, but after spending 40 minutes or so sweeping, vacuuming, re-sweeping and re-vacuuming hundreds of super tiny glass shards off the floor, the counter, the stove top, out of planters, out of the sink, etc I am very aware of the fact.
Today I finally (finally, finally) submitted my expense report at work, about 5 months late. I've been stupidly procrastinating doing all the fidgety bank stuff, and have therefore been floating about $4000 in travel expenses, moving relocation expenses, etc for the past 150 days on my credit card. Which is dumb! I can't expense the financing or the late fees, which I knew the whole time, so I'll just end up eating those costs. I don't know why I can't just get shit done sometimes.