There will be one tiny piece of shell in the egg. Always. No matter how much I try to fish it out with the whisk or a fork, I always have to use my forefinger to push its hard, tiny, porous surface against the side of the white ceramic mixing bowl and slide it up and over the rim and then put it in the compost.
I will nearly always open the self sealing bag of shredded cheese wrong, causing the zip-lock fastener to fail.
I will keep eating awful food if I am in a horrible mood, expecting it to get better even though it does not, and then feel disappointed in the food, then in myself for continuing to eat something that does not taste good. Then I feel icky and angry and disappointed - not the best way to be.
The day after I dust, there will be dust on the buffet again. Mocking me. Yes, It so IS mocking me.
The exact outfit I want to wear that day will be in the washing machine – having not been placed in the dryer the night before, as good as my intentions were. I don’t usually realize this until I am just about dressed and have 15 minutes before I have to be somewhere.... darn it!
When the phone rings, that is the exact time that my dog needs to go outside for a walk.
Just when I think I am done with socializing, when I get hurt by selfish and selfless people trying to drag me into their darkness, It turns out I am not done. I won’t become hermit woman. I get to do or see a fabulous show, attend an art opening , or meet my fabulous friendsfor coffee or lunch, or dinner or to drink wine with. For that, I am forever grateful and honoured to know such lovely people.
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