My magic touch

It's not situations turning to shit that's bothering me today. Instead what's irking me is that things around me are literally falling apart. Cases in point:

~ I went to the grocery store this morning with the intention of buying milk for coffee and some bell peppers. I'd have normally hiked up to Karstadt to get these things but I'm just not really keen on buying produce in a department store. Since I was heading to Kaufland anyway I took with me a case of empty Coke bottles to return. Unfortunately as I got there one of the three bottle return machines crapped out, the other was occupied by a guy who literally had a 120 liter trash bag full of bottles to return and the rest of us poor schlubs were forced to stand in an endless line. I'm rather amazed that I stood in line for over twenty minutes to return bottles without resorting to huffy sighing. Instead I took my frustrations out by thinking badly of a guy's girlfriend who was sitting at a display of patio furniture waiting on him while he stood in the bottle return line. Her obvious worship of the bored, vapid look that Paris Hilton has perfected plus her giant sunglasses that made her look like a skinny, blonde, pumps-with-capri-pants wearing fly was inticing me into thinking rather ungenerous thoughts regarding her intelligence.

~ I've been knitting Branching Out with some half cotton/half acrylic yarn and enjoying it. I was reminded that I have some cashmerino that I have yet to make into anything because I don't have a whole lot of it and I thought maybe I have enough to make another scarf. This afternoon I began the scarf with the cashmerino and was amazed at how quickly I was progressing until I caught myself knitting where I should have been purling.

Y'all know I suck at unknitting. I had that thing bollocksed up and frogged before I could watch the weather report telling me it's going to be another humid day tomorrow.

~ And of course since it's going to be beastly humid tomorrow, the fan I bought one week ago decided it would just up and quit. And then start again. And then quit. And start. And continue to act like it would like to star in a remake of Poltergeist. Let's hope I can get it unassembled and back into its box for returning without making it look like a pack of monkeys have been at it.

~ I have to shave B so we use an electric razor. I have enough trouble shaving my legs without turning them into bloody strips of flesh so me blade shaving him isn't a good idea. Today his razor decided it wouldn't be all smooth and curve hugging and and instead the head was so wonky that the shaving job I gave him looks like I used a butter knife.

~ The nearly new mouse on B's computer tonight decided it would work with the same efficiency as our fan.

But my geraniums are blooming well:







and Germany won their game against Ecuador. The day is saved.