Paige's good day, thanks to the Chip Pimp

Today started just like most days do in my life--with me hurting myself.

I slammed my thumb in the car door in the parking lot at work. Boy howdy, that will wake you up in a hurry.

I had my regular day mostly, rescued Barry's abandoned credit card from where he left it this weekend, and stayed at work until almost 7:30. I have no idea why, but I was getting things done.

The best part of the day was that my Chip Pimp Shelley made a delivery to me on her way home from up north. I was gifted with a bag of Reduced Fat Ruffles from my cousin Kim this weekend, which I have been carrying around in my car so that I did not eat the last one until I knew for real that some more were coming. There was concern that the snowstorm that hit Chicago would delay the chip delivery so long that Shelley would eat them, but she was only delayed one day and all 6 bags were intact. Shelley said she felt like a drug dealer calling to arrange the truck stop hookup to hand over the stash, but if she had any idea how ridiculous I look in this freezing house, with my big blankey on, my special chips and my anti-anxiety meds, she would not worry so much about being my supplier. She should consider it her good deed--I know I do! Thanks Shelley! This also gives me the opportunity to tell Meagan that if she gets any weird calls at her work about me doing a cash transaction at the TA, for God's sake, defend my honor and tell people it is Ruffles, not Snuffles!

All the excitement about the chips had me in overdrive... I went to the gym. Where, as you can imagine, I hurt myself again. Just a little though--I overdid it a bit on a new machine, and went faster than usual on the treadmill. And now that I think about it, I did a little incline on it--that would explain what is wrong with my lower calves. Hmm. So dumb. For my mandatory lunch hour tomorrow, I am going to go to water aerobics---if I can find my fat girls swimming suit that is.

When I got to the farm, I was lucky that Madison had done most of the work and the water hoses were not frozen yet--it is odd how much of a relief that is when it is cold and dark.

I made it home just in time for the season premiere of one of my favorite shows--Bad Girls. I love it that there are people way screwier than me, it does my black heart good. If only I was as good looking as they are.

It is cold cold cold in this house, and I think it is possible that the mouse has frozen to death as I have heard nothing from him since I got here. Good.