Unmistakably Monday

It was a fast-forward weekend but I think my switch was set on slow motion. I just couldn't get it together. Everything I did felt backwards or upside down or complicated by some unanticipated factor like, oh say, thinking? I just can't seem to find my groove let alone get in it.

That's another way of saying that Project Mancave did not come fabulously far. I did lay down some actual paint, though. Yay! And then I ADD'd my way to cleaning the pantry and then out to clean the driveway and ramps and gutters. We live on a hill so all kinds of detritus jams up in front of our house and since we are between snows, I took advantage. It looks SO nice!

Much of my weekend energy was spent hurling mental daggers at Omega who lost the last set of keys to my car. And at Homer who was supposed to have extras made weeks ago. And at myself for trusting anyone else, even though they may have MUCH more free time, to get it done.

Turns out you can get a key made based on your vin number, but since the car has an immobilizer, the key won't actually START the car so you can drive it home. My poor Trix sat in the high school parking lot all weekend. The first night Omega's cheer gear was locked inside and, omg! her Seven jeans and her iPod! I am not terribly proud that I took a bit of satisfaction knowing that she was sleeping uneasy that first night.

Homer decided to wait and see if anyone turned in the keys at school today since it's going to cost about $200 otherwise. I wonder who gets to pay for that.

Saturday, I grabbed the bottom of our vehicle food chain- a 14-year-old Pathfinder with almost 200k on it - and headed off to run some errands. The lights don't work on the radio, the driver door requires a different key to open it (don't ask), the front speakers are toast, there's a big crack in the windshield and it has no drink holder. But Patti runs like a dream.... even without a gas cap. Tell me, when you refuel your car are you ever tempted to put the gas cap on top of the pump instead of hooking it into the neat little BRIGHT ORANGE bracket inside the fuel door? Apparently some men are. Not naming names.

My first stop was, of course, the auto parts store for the gas cap. And then I went to the home fabric store and scored a killer deal on fabric to reupholster the Mancouch. It can't be described as edgy, fun or fashion forward but it will be appropriate for the theme we're going for.... which is early Anasazi, I think.

Okay, I'm probably crazy to even think about reupholstering the couch but I set myself up for it a few years ago. We bought new leather furniture for the living room with the intent of putting the old stuff down in the family room. Only the old couch, no way no how, would NOT fit down either stairway. It was just about 6 inches too long. Unbelievable. Well, Jane was not about to let details stand in her way, so she took the couch apart. And glued it back together.
Shut up! I was all high on the smell of leather.

The couch came through fine but it won't be going anywhere soon. I suppose we could chop it up and buy a new one but that seems wasteful right now and upholstering is something I really do like to do. It may take me a year or three to get around to it, but....

And then I got a glimpse of Sunday as it flew by and now I know it is Monday because I spilled smoothie on my suede boots first thing this morning, I left home without my cell phone, and sorry to have to overshare but when I went to use 'my' stall in the restroom at here work, someone had already left fresh skid marks in the bowl. BEFORE 9am!!! I not a public pooper myself, so I'm bothered. Probably just because I have no one to yell at about it. Maybe I should bring Homer to work with me.