In case you've been in a cave somewhere, it was the big supermoon weekend with the moon closest to the earth for yonks but I decided to put up a photo of the great cat goddess instead.
The moon didn't do me any good at all.
Mother started on new tablets for nerve pain and managed to get 8 of the 10 minor side effects in 24 hours. So on Saturday, I'm at the computer with landline for the Home on one side and mobile for sister at work on the other. On Sunday I could barely move for the stiffness in all the joints, tension just a day of tension and not a hidden chocolate bar in the house. Of course, the old girl has come through again, the only damage was a mobile phone without credits because she kept trying to call me and couldn't remember where the buttons were.
So, in a foul mood, Monday is get credits for the phone day and put up with the crazies from the full moon. That's not a myth either. I decided that I would take my time, it's time I didn't rush around for her but take it slowly for me. That didn't happen either. It goes like this, suddenly in the middle of LOLcats, I look at the time, late and take it slowly but not this late. Grab underwear, put on bras but decide to go to the loo and put knickers on after. Sit on loo, decide to put knickers on while I'm there since I had them in my hands. Can't do it, take off slippers first, one foot in knickers and picture falls off the wall, shattering glass in all directions. Dilema, where to put slipperless feet while pulling up knickers or check knickerless bum for splinters. No problem there since that side had the very large shards of glass which would have sliced bum right off.
Knickers half way up and BOH arrives home. Asks if I'm all right, must have heard me swearing like a sailor tangled in a ratline and when I say yes but shut your eyes, I have no clothes on, he leaves.
I'm bleeding and he leaves when I just wanted to hop to the bedroom for a dressing gown. When I call him later, he thought I was just joking. MEN!!!!! Do you know how hard it is to hold a mirror and torch in one hand while fishing for glass with the other? Damn hard. I did find the tiny slice of glass and it must have been the tiniest piece of the entire smash and it slipped out of my fingers on to the rug. Whack a bandage on the foot and then use the torch to find the sliver before I stand on it again. Mission accomplished. It was tiny and shining a torch along the floor is the only way to find glass or a dropped diamond, your lesson for the day. I was now so late I had to leave the blood on the carpet until I got home but I did sweep up the glass while remembering Bruce Willis picking great lumps of glass out of his feet in 'Die Hard'.
Now according to my stars, the full moon was to usher in great changes in my housing situation, bollocks, one broken picture frame does not a change make. BOH and dimbo still looking for a place to live. I had hopes that he might do better by himself until I unpacked his kitbag still loaded with dead socks from Australia Day trip to Albury. Underneath the kitbag was 3 layers of dead socks and jocks prior to Australia Day trip. I only looked because he actually brought out a basket of laundry and put in on the washing machine and I knew he must have had more crap than that.
I threw the kitbag on the bed, emptied it, folded up the sleeping bag to put back and wondered what to do with the Crocodile Dundee size knife in lovely carry sheath. I left it on the bed and checked if there were any more dead clothes in the kitbag, no, just car parts he'd collected and forgotten were there. So he didn't know the knife/machete was in the bag, couldn't remember where he'd put it and had no idea there were car parts in the zip pouch either. I guess he was too busy playing with the furry black foot long spider he'd bought on the internet. He thought it was smaller. It's neat, you hang it on the door handle, it sits on the floor, you clap your hands and the bloody thing shoots up the hanging string, spidey legs spinning and green eyes flashing. He hasn't forgotten where that is.
I repeat, when this child arrives, I am an interested onlooker. The child has grandparents and I'm not them, thank the great Cat Goddess.