My Not-So-Magic Touch, or, The Day My Mom Found My L7 Smell the Magic T-shirt
Reeking like gasoline, I stripped down, showered, and did impromptu laundry.
Once I started doing household chores, I figured I might as well scrub the toilet. Somehow some toilet water flicked off the brush, and landed somewhere. Where, I don't know. On me? Near the sink? From gas to ass.
Decided to do some Christmas shopping online. The new Mac desktop machine would not power up. Back to the Apple store for the fourth time for a repair--this is the second unit we've had, and probably the third time it's been to the shop in a month-and-a-half.
The PC took ages to power up. By the time it was ready to go, I wasn't in the mood to shop.
Decided to play Top Spin on the Wii to blow off some steam. The drawer that contains the Wii remotes in the entertainment center was jammed shut by something unseen. Took out the drawer below it to investigate, and it wouldn't go back in all the way.
Didn't dare touch my guitar or new amp.
Didn't dare do work emails.
Left contact wouldn't go in my eye for about ten minutes.
Got to work in one piece but was puzzled by a new flapping sound on the interior of my car. Was it my boobs?
Butchered a work email.
My mom dropped by my work by surprise. Brought me an old L7 t-shirt I had stored in the attic with some other long forgotten clothes. I bought it when I was 18 and prayed she'd never see it because of its sexual nature. Today she brought it to me in a plastic bag. I could see it through the bag and knew she had seen the front of it. Oh, my. In our typical way, we both ignored the elephant in the room while I blushed slightly and wanted to die of embarrassment and ickiness.
Tried not break anything all day.
Got home from work safe and sound from my full-time job. It took an hour-and-a-half in traffic to go 14 miles.
Home. Home. Home.
Thankful.
Once I started doing household chores, I figured I might as well scrub the toilet. Somehow some toilet water flicked off the brush, and landed somewhere. Where, I don't know. On me? Near the sink? From gas to ass.
Decided to do some Christmas shopping online. The new Mac desktop machine would not power up. Back to the Apple store for the fourth time for a repair--this is the second unit we've had, and probably the third time it's been to the shop in a month-and-a-half.
The PC took ages to power up. By the time it was ready to go, I wasn't in the mood to shop.
Decided to play Top Spin on the Wii to blow off some steam. The drawer that contains the Wii remotes in the entertainment center was jammed shut by something unseen. Took out the drawer below it to investigate, and it wouldn't go back in all the way.
Didn't dare touch my guitar or new amp.
Didn't dare do work emails.
Left contact wouldn't go in my eye for about ten minutes.
Got to work in one piece but was puzzled by a new flapping sound on the interior of my car. Was it my boobs?
Butchered a work email.
My mom dropped by my work by surprise. Brought me an old L7 t-shirt I had stored in the attic with some other long forgotten clothes. I bought it when I was 18 and prayed she'd never see it because of its sexual nature. Today she brought it to me in a plastic bag. I could see it through the bag and knew she had seen the front of it. Oh, my. In our typical way, we both ignored the elephant in the room while I blushed slightly and wanted to die of embarrassment and ickiness.
Tried not break anything all day.
Got home from work safe and sound from my full-time job. It took an hour-and-a-half in traffic to go 14 miles.
Home. Home. Home.
Thankful.
posted by Mansard at 2:06 AM
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