It's not intentional. That is all.

There is nothing like starting your day by racing the garbage truck in the pouring rain. I was snoozing the alarm clock, as is my habit, and I heard the garbage trucks out on my street. I then remembered the really full recycling bins in the kitchen last night, and wasn't completely sure Dau would have taken them out before he went to bed because it was pouring then too.

I leapt out of bed, grabbed the first sweater I could find in the dark, which happened to be the favorite sweater from the previous entry, and threw it on, adding it to the red flannel pants printed with penguins I was already wearing, kicked on a pair of clogs and rushed down to the kitchen, where I found the bins. I ran out into the rain to see if I had missed the recycling truck, but it looked like they hadn't hit this side of the street yet. I ran into the house, grabbed a bin, and ran back out, put it on the curb, ran back in, almost fell in my wet shoes on the kitchen floor, and then back out into the rain with the second bin.

I figured I should get the garbage can too, which of course, for the first time in about two months had made it into the backyard between garbage pickups, so it was back into the house- wiping my feet really well this time- getting the garbage out of the can in the kitchen, taking it out back, trying to figure out which of the three cans had this week's garbage in it, and dragging it to the back gate. The back gate that sticks and is held shut with a bungee cord and is a pain in the ass to open. I managed to get the gate open and drag the can through the blackberry vines I've been meaning to cut back for months and down the driveway, just as the recycling truck pulled up. But of course it was the yard waste truck, and our yard waste can was still by the patio door next to what what now a morass of wet leaves.

The guy saw me and asked if we had any yard waste, and I just said no. I may have been out in my pajamas in the pouring rain, and I may have actually been slightly enjoying being out in the rain since I wasn't cold, but I was not up to scooping wet leaves. I went back through and re-bungee'd the gate, locked the patio door, and came back up to my room. It's before the time I have to be up for work, but there's no point in going back to sleep, so of course, being the giving person I am, I figured I'd share the story here and then get ready for work.

I found my favorite sweater recently. It was very exciting. The first time I saw it, I was in the store with Keegan, and I pulled it off the rack and held it up. Keegan made a face and said something like "Nice sweater", dripping with sarcasm. I put it back, and we left the store.

A few days later, I went back and bought it. Then I wore it to our handbell rehearsal, and when I said hi to Keegan, the following conversation ensued:

K: Hey, I like your sweater [said totally seriously]
Me: No you don't.
K: Huh?
Me: This is the same sweater you hated at the store the other day.
K: Well, it looked different on the hanger. But I like it.
Me: Well, good. Because I love it.

I always love when the weather gets cold enough to wear it. It's wool, and it's a little bit itchy, but it is so warm and comfy... And it's nice that I have it, because my previous favorite sweater, one I stole from John, years ago, is starting to unravel.

I have a tendency lately, on weekends, to stay up til all hours watching movies, or what we like to call "the crack", and then sleeping all day the next day. Such was the way of things last Saturday. I think I got home and to bed around 3:30 or 4 am.

At one pm, Keegan called, incredulous that I was still asleep. He needed help. While driving home from hanging out with his friends Saturday night, his engine threw a rod out through the oilpan (or something, don't ask me, I will claim "Girl"). See what I mean here.

(He's only had this car a week. So new was this car to him, I had not yet had a chance to post about the fact that he is driving a pimpmobile, with a big enough trunk to throw a party in.)

So I got up, we went to breakfast, and then we rented a 14' U-Haul, and a four wheel dolly:

It wasn't all bad though. Once keegan had pulled the car onto the dolly (thankfully it still drove), he discovered he could not open the door. Which prompted some Dukes of Hazzard imitations.

Trying to get into the car when you can't open the door.

And exiting....

Not that I ever intend to raise this particular bar, or ever plan to even meet this one again, but set it has been anyway. I overslept spectacularly this morning, waking up at the time I'm supposed to be leaving for work. I went from dead asleep, to pulling out of the driveway in 13 minutes- shower included. I am in awe of myself.

Posessing a fervent desire to avoid joining the ranks of the dooced I will not tell you about most of my day yesterday. I will however tell you that I spent 3 hours at Denny's last night because they have wireless internet access, and because SBC sucks ass. I'm not going to tell you about my problems with SBC until they've been fixed, so as not to jinx the process.

And since a picture is worth a thousand words, I give you my mood yesterday:

(shamelessly stolen from Amber)