Tuesday Sylvia cut her hair while I was talking on the phone.
Wednesday I saved empty files over three documents I've been working on for the last month, destroying several thousand words of writing (like 10-ish pages; not all that much, I know, but it's all I've managed).
Thursday I took the car out to get a smog check and left my diaper bag at the smog check place.
Friday we had friends over for dinner. At one point we had eight plates. Friday we were down to five (which is where we've been for a while). As we were cleaning up Derrick joked he could break a couple of them so we could go out and buy new ones. Not ten seconds later he dropped two on the kitchen floor. Now we definitely need new plates.
This morning I realized the diaper bag I left at the smog check place used to have my nook in it. "Some black guy" walked off with it. In the course of having the nook shut off I found out that even if your lost nook is turned into a Barnes and Noble, they won't return it to you. Wonderful, huh? Lucky me, I get to buy a new nook.
But you know, life is still good. I have good friends, a great family, and a life I love.