My work week last week ended with a real bang, literally.
I was standing at the sink in the kitchen area at work drying off a bowl I had just washed and it fell from my hands, and went crashing to the floor. It shattered into [roughly] 1,000,000 pieces.
I was not feeling well for most of the week and was feeling really awful late Friday afternoon. I was feeling so tired and beaten down even though I had 7-8 hrs of sleep Thursday night. I think what happened was as I was standing there with the dish in my hand, I closed my eyes and momentarily went unconscious. My hands lost the message from my brain that I was holding on to something and they just let go. A friend heard the crash that had stunned me back into reality and came to my rescue. He helped me sweep and pick up all of the tiny little white shards that covered the entire tiled area in front of the sink, refrigerator, microwave and coffee machine. It was a fitting end to the week I had, I suppose.
Luckily the weekend had a much happier tale than the week before it. I was feeling better on Saturday and my boyfriend and I went to visit my parents at their house on Lake Ontario. The change in scenery was nice. As were the couple of beers I had, the grilled chicken and baby back ribs my parents cooked food dinner, the game of catch phrase we played [which I am not good at, and neither is my dad, but he is oh-so-hilarious to play with], and the walks along the water with my boyfriend.
Can't the weekend last just one more day? Please?
I was standing at the sink in the kitchen area at work drying off a bowl I had just washed and it fell from my hands, and went crashing to the floor. It shattered into [roughly] 1,000,000 pieces.
I was not feeling well for most of the week and was feeling really awful late Friday afternoon. I was feeling so tired and beaten down even though I had 7-8 hrs of sleep Thursday night. I think what happened was as I was standing there with the dish in my hand, I closed my eyes and momentarily went unconscious. My hands lost the message from my brain that I was holding on to something and they just let go. A friend heard the crash that had stunned me back into reality and came to my rescue. He helped me sweep and pick up all of the tiny little white shards that covered the entire tiled area in front of the sink, refrigerator, microwave and coffee machine. It was a fitting end to the week I had, I suppose.
Luckily the weekend had a much happier tale than the week before it. I was feeling better on Saturday and my boyfriend and I went to visit my parents at their house on Lake Ontario. The change in scenery was nice. As were the couple of beers I had, the grilled chicken and baby back ribs my parents cooked food dinner, the game of catch phrase we played [which I am not good at, and neither is my dad, but he is oh-so-hilarious to play with], and the walks along the water with my boyfriend.
Can't the weekend last just one more day? Please?
***** pics from the weekend *****
Ohhh... When I see geraniums, I immediately think of my Gram & smile (even though it also makes me miss her). =)
Dawn, glad to make you smile. Those geraniums will always remind me of my dad. I may have another pic of a pink one soon. :)