After surviving my day at work eating only half of a week old stale panera baguette for breakfast, i crawled home to snack on a piece of cheese like the little rat i am
Thinking about how I’m going to convince my caregiver when I’m old and dying that it is absolutely IMPERATIVE she still applies my fake eyelashes every day
Today all i wanted was fried eggs but as i pulled the bottle of oil out of the cabinet it slipped from my hands and smashed on my counter and i got 33oz of olive oil everywhere instead. A fresh, newly opened bottle.
So there i am, tears running down my face, half naked, as i clean my mess. When i finish i don’t have enough time to shower before my appointment so i show up late, smelling of olive oil, and able to literally slide off the table.
I am literally sliding around my kitchen through olive oil trying to clean it up because i have a PT appointment in an hour. I start crying and in a fit of rage i take off my shirt and use it to mop up the olive oil. Idk why don’t ask