After the horrific day,yesterday, my brain went into reverse.
To secure my store I have to set an alarm and lock it with a key.
I got down to my car, in the basement, and remembered I hadn’t locked up.
I went back upstairs and when I got into the store I remembered my Cranberry juice in the fridge.
Retrieved the juice and went back downstairs.
Had just got to the basement when I realised I STILL hadn’t locked up.
Back up I went.
Set the alarm.
Got back to the elevator and realised I hadn’t locked.
Notice I was improving.
I didn’t get all the way downstairs.
Talk about being rattled.
I have just made an appointment to see the eye guy tomorrow.
I can’t spell Opthamologist.
It should be such fun.
My eyes have a life of their own.
I can’t put drops in my own eyes.
Strangers don’t have a hope in hell.
I jerk before they have even been touched.
They also tear up before I am even aware it is going to happen.
YOU cry and I will join you.
At this point I need to point out that I am NOT a crybaby.
I don’t cry easily for myself.
But I AM a sympathy crier.
Though I have been known to cry in anger.
Which is so dumb.
It waters down the anger.
Have just had a nice surprise.
Both my sons popped in to have coffee.
I look at them in awe.
What happened to the cute little toddlers?
How did they turn into these huge hulks?
The younger one is 6’5″.
The elder son is six foot.
Hope they don’t read my blog.
DIL….keep your mouth shut!
Now…back to the grindstone.