Saturday morning is bringing it like a Boss today, Reader.
I’m talking the kinda assholie boss that makes you hate your job and your life and small babies and flowers and sunsets and long walks on the beach. This Boss sucks so hard you begin running a mental tick on your finances to see if you’ve got enough to make the Great Escape to your secluded island where you live off of coconuts and salty air.
That’s the Boss that Saturday is bringing me today.
I jumped outta bed at the break of dawn, meaning 10:00 a.m. at Chez Bang Bang, and as is my wont sometimes on the weekends, I made a cuppa coffee and started assembling dinner. I sometimes enjoy that process as soon as I get up. It’s quiet and I’m undisturbed and enjoy the creating process.
This morning I was working on assembling a meatloaf, because I had all the ingredients and figured I would give it a try in my Instant Pot Wife. So that’s ready to go for this evening, because supposedly it takes twenty minutes til done. Potatoes layer the bottom of the pot, they’ll be ready for a quick mash. Throw in some sort of vegetable and voilà, dinner.
While working on that, I put a sheet pan of bacon in the oven to cook, for quick & easy BLT’s for breakfast.
And filled and ran the dishwasher. Because, Accomplishing Things.
I went to put my Instant Pot Wife meal in the fridge for later cooking, and noticed something red and gooey all over the bottoms of the beers on the top shelf. So I unloaded that and began the task of cleaning that sticky mess.
I still have no idea what the red and gooey explosion could have been. But I did find a package of ground meet that had fallen behind the beer bottles and has gone undetected for who knows how long, and the only saving grace in that the top of the fridge gets super cold and partially freezes things because of the stupid design of the side-by-side. So that got tossed.
Next as I started to clean the glass shelving in the sink, I noticed the disposer was backing up. I knew it was going to be a whole buncha No Bueno going on, but I held out hope it would all just magically go down the drain.
It did not.
Potato peels and water started pouring out of the cabinet.
Now I’ve got a plumber friend coming at 2:00 to assess the damage.
Next, My Mister inquired as to what was smoking in the oven, thinking that it just went on the fritz and was billowing out smoke.
Um, nope, no fritzing of the oven. Just the breakfast bacon.
Twenty minutes on 400 is too long to cook bacon. Apparently.
MM is dealing with some sort of Karaoke Drama today in addition to all this, which is giving him another set of problems.
This isn’t how I anticipated the day shaking out. We rarely anticipate a day filled with problems, though, do we Reader? We are optimists, and spring forth usually thinking that things will go according to the plans set in our brains.
My plan was coffee, writing nonsense to you about a whole ‘nother entirely better story, more coffee, some bacon, some light cleaning, maybe some shopping, and later some dinner and working on some of my personal growth things that I’ve been reading to make me a better Trixie Bang Bang.
I think that personal growth shit must be working, because all these problems? Rolling right off my back. Minor inconveniences. I’m still coffee-ing. I’m still writing a story. I’m still cleaning. I’ll still be shopping, just probably for a new garbage disposer instead of new clothes. And this is providing me with real-life experience is dealing with the unplanned unfun little quirks of life.
It’s all about the adjustment, Reader. Adjust your sails when the wind blows the other way. Maybe you’ll end up on that island beach anyway.
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I hate hear about your misfortunes but it did make my 2 hour flight delay seem less tragic. Thanks as always for the smiles.
I’m glad I can offer some perspective! We weren’t too unfortunate as a plumber was able to come right on over! He’s installing a new garbage disposer right now -so all is just fine 🙂
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