not our day

(image by the lovely and talented Keri Smith — thanks Miri!)

For me it started this morning when I ripped the back of my new down coat (!) on the goat fence (I had sworn I wouldn’t wear it out there, but, well, I forgot…) and feathers went flying everywhere. With one hand holding them in, I decided while I was there I may as well check for eggs before they froze and cracked. There was one. I slipped it in my pocket, as I have done almost every day all winter. I got inside and while I was trying to get my coat off without losing feathers everywhere or breaking the egg I somehow managed to, you guessed it, break the egg. IN my coat pocket.

YUCK.

Huge bummers all around. Still not sure how to clean that out. Any suggestions for patching the coat? I think trying to sew it would make it worse… maybe some sort of iron-on patch?? Oh and then I proceeded to drop lots of things all days. Some call it the dropsies, I think it’s just me. John calls it “lack of situational awareness.” I may have mentioned this here before because t’s a running theme around here.

And tonight John’s truck managed to slip on the ice just so and get itself pretty well engorged in a ditch on the side of the road by our house. Everyone’s fine, but … UGH. Like I said, not our day. Is it over yet? Can we just go to bed now?

Tagged as: bad day