One of Those Days

At the drug store, I spent too much money on makeup, then signed on the wrong line for the cold medicine I bought (have to show ID and sign your life, soul, and future offspring away to buy anything effective anymore). Then I turned to leave and knocked over a heavy metal magazine rack…which, thankfully, was empty. It made a loud clatter, though, and the many customers in the vicinity turned to stare/grin/gawk.

This is why I’m not blogging anything else today;* I’m afraid I might ‘splode the internets. That wouldn’t be good for anybody.

*Also, I’m waiting until tomorrow to get a haircut. The clumsiness could be contagious, and I won’t take the risk of infecting a hairstylist holding sharp scissors close to my head.