Anybody else’s life been feeling slightly off lately?*
*slightly off for me is the understatement of the fucking century but you get what I’m saying.
Ever heard of Mercury in Retrograde? I have but I thought it only had meaning for those who comprehended astronomy or astrology (neither of which I have any sliver of understanding). I mean it involves a planet and a fancy word that means backward so what the fuck would I know about it?
The Farmers’ Almanac explains, “Retrograde is when a planet appears to go backward in its orbit, as viewed from Earth. Astronomers refer to this as “apparent retrograde motion,” because it is an optical illusion.” According to Horoscope.com, it may be an optical illusion BUT “when Mercury is in retrograde, technology, communication, travel, logic, and information all get disrupted.” Ah. I see.
It is an explanation as to why life is a shit show for periods of time (if you’re looking for an excuse and I am always looking for an excuse for the complications in life no matter how minor).
Apparently, this shit happens a few times a year (it’s over August 2 but starts again on October 31 – be prepared for a freak show of a Halloween!). During this ass backward Mercury rotation, I have had a car tire almost fall off due to negligence during my last tire rotation (one lug nut was holding the tire on – there are supposed to be five), ruined an entire work outfit due to white paint around the Mini Manse door that didn’t have a fucking ‘wet paint’ sign, discovered mold in my kitchen cupboard above the stove (which we all know doesn’t get used so what the actual fuck?), found mushy, rotten wood is holding my patio doors together – barely (been 30 days and counting for maintenance), and these are just small examples. Could it be worse? Fuck yes.
Me. Until Mercury exits retrograde.
Speaking of could it be any worse, Podunk has really had a fucking bout with this spin of the planet.
Instead of sandwiched between two blondes, it was marble.
She had a bundle of marble fall on her and sustained four broken ribs, a torn spleen accompanied by internal bleeding, a bruised liver, a partially collapsed lung and a contusion on her arm.
Please send my gal all of the good juju you have for fast and proper healing of her injuries. I’m doing that, as well as hoping she has some leftover feel good meds to share.
I was so excited to see the end of the week I couldn’t get my ass in bubbles quickly enough Friday. I stayed in the tub nearly three hours after work.
Yes, I use every single product you see in this photo.
Prince B has had zero problems with this Mercury bullshit. In fact, he celebrated his Ninjaversary on Saturday. Not familiar with that holiday? It’s when you have an anniversary for ninja class. Duh.
The two faces of Prince B.
What’s a celebration without cake? Chocolate cake with lemon frosting to be exact.
And of course, it’s not a celebration without balloons and matching party accessories.
Par-tay done right.
Always a prince and princess to me.
While Prince B was kicking serious ninja butt, I was trying to keep my legs attached to my body at a spin cycle class. I may have come in last place on the scoreboard but goddamnit I showed up.
What my shirt says.
Wondering about my ever growing gaggle of pussies? Welp, I trapped, spayed, neutered and released two adult cats. When I finally caught the third adult cat and took her in for surgery, she’d already had another batch of kittens. Please be aware of the adorableness below.
There are three kittens total that I’m going to catch and have spayed/neutered. Anybody want one?
The photo below gives me multiplying chills just like Danny in Grease.
Longtime friends passed through town and we had a pool party Saturday. I really made quite the impression on their youngster (surprise).
“Dad, she drinks more wine than you.”
I also got to see Uncle Toddy and Aunt Crispie as they made their way through Music City two weekends in a row. They really love posing for photos with me.
There’s always that one asshole in the family.
Keeping it cool on National Ice Cream day were the royal members of our family.
Ice cream dreams.
They’re always loved the cold stuff.
About to scream for their ice cream.
I wasn’t as excited over frozen dairy as I was the Hallmark Movie Channel marathon of Christmas movies. Why? Because Christmas in July. Duh.
July decor in tact on the year round Celebration tree.
The pussies thought I’d lost my ever loving fucking mind (this tends to happen quite often).
The fuck is she doing now?
They got used to taking turns cuddling during the massive cheesiness in the Mini Manse living room for 16 hours straight.
Heavy rotation of pussies. Thank gawd there’s five of them.
I’m not mad about it.
This week, my ass is going to be planted on my leopard couch, adorned in my Gpa’s 45-year-old robe, along with my sequin Santa hat and rosé. Always, always rosé (during the week).
Suck it Reverse Mercury!
Aside from that, my excuse for anything that goes sideways before August 2 is Mercury in Retrograde. Please feel free to use it for yourself, too. You’re welcome.
Superhero Sheila can’t wait for my session this week.