at least not on my bday
so, i called my dad last night because i had to tell someone.
i'd gotten up in the morning and a clock fell off the wall, and zoomed past me, in the bathroom, while i wasn't able to catch it. the face was glass (what? who makes glass faces on cheap-ass clocks?) and of course, shattered everywhere.
the cabinets where i installed the range hood were about 3/8 further apart at the back than they were at the front, which meant neither the backsplash nor the range hood was a perfect fit.
then at work, my best friend emailed to say his aunt died on tuesday, which is why he was wishing me a happy birthday a couple days late. no details. i knew his aunt, too, so it was a kind of a shock. i called and emailed my folks to tell them what i knew, and try to find out a little more.
the freezer? oh god, the freezer. not too heavy for one person, but... our steps slant forward, and my shoes were slick, and jack went tumbling after.
i hadnt eaten all day. i was sure nala would be upset with everything and that the freezer was broken and just everything was wrong.
"no good deed remains unpunished" my dad said.
when nala finally came home, we tried a new (fantastic) mexican place, and ate till we were stuffed. it sort of made up for the lousy way the day went.
this morning, i cleaned up the kitchen a little more, and started getting stuff put away. i'll need to vacuum, sweep and mop later, but there's a lot more room to move. i've also got to put the freezer back together and turn it on, clean the guest room, and move some stuff around.