Some Tuesdays I misbehave because I want to, some Tuesdays I misbehave because now it is expected of me, and on some rare Tuesdays I misbehave because I am thoroughly incapable of doing anything else. This was one of those Tuesdays that, if I still worked in an office, I would have spent stapling everything on my desk together and then unstapling it, and maybe cutting scrap paper into note-sized quadrants. Were I still working at Pangea, it would be an arts and crafts / crossword puzzle / craigslist day, or maybe one of those days when I spent five hours standing at the refrigerators in the back of the warehouse, rearranging the cut-up bumper stickers adhered to magnets to spell dumb stuff, most likely about some one’s ass. Sadly, I don’t have pictures of the many fun down-time projects from Pangea, but I do have documentation of one of my favorite things my coworker, zombieliterati, ever did. Add this to the list of reasons I wish she lived closer, right up there with the fact that she has offered to drool on my dogs.
I’m still in my funny little bubble. I slept for a long-ass time (but not a long ass-time, that is something else entirely), did some laundry, and then wandered around for the afternoon. Just wandered, through errands and not errands. The exciting bit is that I am crazy in love with The Shins. I know, it’s so mid-aughts, but I wasn’t really paying attention when they became well-known. I haven’t been this giddy and smitten by a band since the first time I heard Ben Folds in college. I even got a little bummed when I had to turn off my iPod long enough to get from my living room to the car. It’s that kind of in love. In fact, I think I would rather be listening to them right now than writing this.
Which reminds me, one of the highlights of the trip last week was being at a stoplight with the windows open, and the person in the car next to me was blasting music, which is usually aggravating, except that she was blasting the first Ben Folds album. I was disappointed when she drove away. That has never happened to me.
Anyhoodle, other than the wandering and the love, I went all out and gave myself a pedicure this evening – lavender soak and everything. It was nice, but it is still nicer when some one else does it. Also, I swear, the more I paint my own toes, the less coordinated I get. Perhaps I can find a manicurist who will work on trade.
This video has balloons in it. With that, I’m out.
Thanks for the shout-out. I also regret the lack of documentation, especially of the bumper sticker magnetic poetry. At least I managed to scan this.
FABULOUS, thank you for that! Next time I’m at Pangea, I really need to take some pictures of the wall. Somewhere I have a scan of the “High, Lauren” invoice. If I can find it, I’ll post it.