Apparently, talking smack about celebrities and their Oscar-wear comes at a price. The instant I hit “publish” on yesterday’s ranty post, things immediately went awry. I suppose that’s the type of karma that gets thrown your way when you call Angelina Jolie “frumpy”.
(Although let’s face it…she looked totally frumpy.)
Allow me to detail the bad ‘ish that went down yesterday, and you’ll see what I mean.
1. Backsplash letdown
Yesterday, our beautiful new subway tile backsplash was supposed to be installed. Because Scott and I live a very, very boring life (and care way too much about our kitchen) we had been looking forward to this all month.
And then they didn’t show.
Apparently, they ran over on another project, and will be starting our installation today…but they’re already thirty minutes late, so I’m a bit skeptical.
I think Scott’s text message put it best:
2. Chili disaster
Scott’s been working overtime this week, trying to finish dry-walling our garage before leaving for a snowboarding trip. Yesterday, I decided to spend my lunch break whipping up a batch of crock pot chili to surprise him when he came home from work. (Being that I only cook dinner about once a month, this would certainly be a surprise.)
My lack of cooking is not out of laziness — but more so due to the fact that Scott insists on making everything from scratch. Even mayonnaise. My tendency to use store-bought condiments as opposed to mixing them myself has me banned from the kitchen on most evenings.
Just as I was finishing up the chili, an unusual item in the pantry beckoned me.
Against my better judgement, I dumped the entire can into the crock pot.
Long story short…Scott didn’t appreciate my chili. In fact, I believe the words “You are never allowed to make dinner again”, may have been uttered.
The sad part? Aside from being ridiculously spicy, the chili was delicious! (I would know as I forced myself to eat an entire bowl…even if it did take 45 minutes and six glasses of water.)
In an attempt to de-stress, I took my aggression out on the bar at the gym last night.
Or maybe the bar took its aggression out on me?
So much for wearing a tank top anytime soon. (Not that it’s warm enough to, anyway.)
I did manage to increase my clean and jerk weight to ninety pounds…so at least there’s that.
4. Hole in my pants
Apparently, Jolie was hungry for a midnight snack last night.
She’s demonstrated such behavior before…but jeans? That’s some pretty thick denim for those little chihuahua teeth to bite through.
The worst part is that skinny GAP jeggings are my favorite pair of pants at the moment. I’m currently a little on the chunky side, and have found myself in a straight-up Regina George situation.
Looks like this fat-bottomed girl is taking an emergency trip to the mall this weekend.
With a Monday as problematic as that, you can see how I have a hard time believing this was simply “coincidence.”
Angelina Jolie, I’m blaming all of this on you and your sparkly sleeves of frumpiness!