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Last Night, Between 6PM And 8PM…

…all of these things happened:

– Bought cookies to bring to one of my best friends, who just gave birth, and left store without box.

– Returned to now-five-blocks-away store for cookies.

– Went to the wrong hospital. Twice. With a very grumpy baby who did not care one whit that he was about to meet his new BFF in tow.

– Went home.

– Cried a little (see: aforementioned grumpy baby).

– Chopped onions for dinner, put onions on stove, and promptly forgot about onions’ existence.

– Burned onions.

– Picked up pan full of burned onions with wrong side of oven mitt.

– Burned self.

– Dropped onions on floor.

– Wrangled two highly excitable dogs away from onions and into bedroom.

– Forgot to turn on flame underneath pasta.

– Required approximately six times the normal amount of time to make dinner as a consequence.

Oh, and then I was all, you know what? Tonight has really sucked. I think I’ll use one of my fancy skin-brightening pads so at least I look pretty when I wake up tomorrow.

But I couldn’t open the packaging, so I tried to peel it apart with my teeth…

And gave myself a plastic cut on my lip. Which, in case you’re wondering, is the equivalent of a paper cut, but made with plastic, and even less fun. And so I came to the conclusion that I was completely over everything, and went to bed at an embarrassingly early hour.

The only good thing that I have to say about last night is that it is not happening any more.

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