Why do the righteous suffer?

I hope I can write this blog mashing the keyboard like a leper. My left hand is a stub – wrapped in a wet towel and I SWEAR there is STEAM coming off it.

better arm wrap

How did this happen, you ask?

Well, we entertained last night. We threw a soirée. You know how much I love to give of myself. I slaved all day to make sure the maid got the house clean enough and the caterer got the food right. Honestly. I barely had time for my yoga. Or my manicure. Or my hair appointment.

So, this morning I got up and thought – I deserve some ME time.

I ran a hot bath. Then turned on the TV on the wall at the foot of the tub and put in an episode of Pretty Little Liars.


It was lovely, I have to admit. However, all good things come to an end, and I had to get out in the end. So I reached over casually to get my towel, which had slipped from its rung. Rather than find a warm fluffy towel I found metal – hot metal. I scalded my hand on the heated towel rack.

What a way to end my gift to me!

Of course I should be used to the fact that good things don’t last, for me. But I can’t help but wonder in what way I have offended god.

I feel like Job.


TGIF and a triple fat latte

I am sitting at my desk looking back on a day ruined by inattention to detail, and suddenly I think – why am I suffering alone? I have my blog and the people that love me!
I am so sorry to have neglected you all. I hope you can forgive me.
Why was my day ruined. Let me tell you…
This morning the girl at Starbucks made me a vente non-fat latte when I ASKED for a vente no-foam latte. Do I LOOK like I need to cut back on fat? Can you see through my Lulu’s? No. No you cannot, my little Lulu’s hardly have to stretch at all. NO, I do not need to cut back on my fat. I NEED MY FAT. I want my fat back.
I don’t even know how that happened, we go there EVERY morning. They should really recognize me and know my order by now.
OH, and one other thing. They asked for a name for the cup and look what they came up with. Really? When my darling said ‘Berni’, this is what they thought he was saying?
It’s the little details in life that count. Fat and Berni. They go together and make my mornings bearable.
Thank God it is Friday. If this were Monday it could have ruined my entire week.