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Weekend Fails

You'd think over the course of three days I couldn't do that much damage, but you'd be wrong.

I share these in hopes that

1. You feel better about yourself
2. You will share your fails so I will feel better about myself.

So in no particular order, here's how I screwed up:

1. Friday night I realized I had a load of clothes in the washing machine that had been washed who knows when but had to be rewashed because they smelled bad

2. Saturday I was exhausted and slept ridiculously late. When I got up, there were some dirty dishes I needed to wash so I filled the sink with soap and water to let them soak. And promptly forgot about them. Until Sunday.

3. Saturday night we had Japanese food night with some friends. I wore a blue kimono someone kindly gave me. When I got out of the car, there was blue dye on the car seat. So now we have to get that cleaned. I also got some blue dye on my gray shorts. Yay. (Does not change the fact that I do love the kimono!)

4. Sunday, Jeremy decided to mow the grass, so I went to the grocery store. I needed napkins. I even wrote it down. And I didn't get napkins.

5. I thought I'd clean out the fireplace (this is it's own fail since I should have done this back in spring). I was vacuuming up some of the soot when the hose on the vacuum got clogged. I cleaned everything out and started up the vacuum again but when I cleaned it out, I must have jostled some of the dirt in there because it poofed up a big cloud of soot all over the living room... which has a white couch and white berber carpet. So yay.

6. I had just started growing my nails out a bit but uneven nails drive me crazy and I wasn't patient enough to wait until I had a nail file, so I bit them all off. =(

7. Last, I would like to mention the fail that was leaving LSH out of last night's Game of Thrones season finale. HBO, you fail.


Please tell me you did something dumb this weekend too. Please.


Comments

  1. I have lime green paint in speckles all over me from painting the deck furniture. I can relate. I may also have ruined my Nike slides which I love and have had forever. They are now black with a greenish tinge. Aunt Kiki

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