Today has been full of up and downs. More downs than ups so far. Where to start?
Well, today the hubster was set to leave for Phoenix for two weeks. So we decided that we would go on a bike ride together. We woke up, loaded the bikes, and headed to New Albany. They have a nice set of trails for bikers and runners around a golf course. It's safe and easy to ride/run. The hubster likes it because it's an a pretty affluent area of Columbus and he lusts after the houses. During our ride, we rode up next to a co-worker that I know who lives in a neighboring neighborhood. I slow down next to him and say hello, then I try to be nice and reach down for my water bottle to offer his some water, and I totally eat shit on my bike. I think it's the first time I've ever fallen off my bike since I learned how to ride. Oh my god. How embarrassing! I didn't mind that I skinned both my knees and my right palm hurt, it was just eating shit in from of my friend. Ugh!!!
Then after got home, I promptly dropped my phone into the dog's water dish!! Strike two. I quickly grabbed it out, dried it off, and stuck it in a bag of rice. After lunch, we ran out to do some more errands. Home Depot for potting soil, the bank to deposit some checks and the grocery store for prescriptions. The hubster decides now is a good time to criticize my driving. It was not well received since I'm having such a shitty day.
We get home and I start to iron some of his shirts that need to be packed. Finish that and finish up packing the hubster. He's all set. I think he definitely overpacked, but he'll be at work for the weekdays and he needs clothes to change into and it's fricking hot in Phoenix, so he's got a lot of options. Definitely more than a carry on. I take my phone out of the rice and turn it on. It turns on, phewww. BUT the sound isn't working. *cry* And these is rice in all the little holes. I take about 20 minutes to pick out soggy rice from the headphones hole. No dice =(
We leave for the airport and the hubster realizes that we are way too early and was looking at the boarding time, not the departure time. We detour to Target. I drop him off. I almost cry. I don't get it. I leave him all the time for work trips and I'm never sad. I think since I'm the one left behind now, I get a little sad.
Get back home, re-pot my tomato plant and basil plant and plant some red leaf lettuce, leaf lettuce, and spinach seeds in my new pots that I got at Home Depot on Saturday. (Side note: "gardening" is not cheap - well gardening with no garden and only with pots is not cheap). Finish that up and pack up the car for summer league game.
The turn out wasn't as great as the first game, but we still play 7 v 7 and I think everyone had a good time. Start off a little rough and cannot catch or pick up a damn thing. It is hot as fuck out. The game ended and I head home to make some dinner. I have a smaller portion of my awesome salad with some shrimp scampi and leftover pasta. It was tasty. I ended up burning the crap out of my arm from spattering oil. That was not fun. After dinner and loading up the dishwasher, I ran out to the grocery store. I figure with the hubster gone, I should cook all the things he doesn't like to eat. Also if I know I spent money on groceries, I'm more likely to eat at home than go out.
And now, time to take a shower and watch some TV. With how my luck is going today, I might fall in the shower and hit my head on something.