Misery Loves Company

Three things today:

1) I am such a klutz. I totally knocked over my entire full coffee cup today all over the kitchen floor. Luckily, the Toad was not in the way or he would have gotten some nasty burns. He did run out of the kitchen like a big sissy. I felt like a big idiot. It spilled on my hand, and I screamed because it hurt (it's fine now) and because I was surprised, and I just knew the neighbors were going to come up, and I would have to explain the whole embarrassing story. Lucky for me, I have apathetic neighbors. So I can just embarrass myself by posting it on my blog.

2) I found a lady to fix my vase! Thank you, Helen, for your advice. I called the cleaning company, and they are giving me a discount on the next cleaning to cover the cost of the repair. I dropped it off at her place yesterday, and she was really nice. She makes her own glue, and she showed me examples of some of her work, and I am confident she will do a good job. Although she did make fun of the nail polish on the fingernails. She said, "I can get that off for you." I said, "I'd rather you didn't," and she gave me a funny look. Whatever.

3) I was watching "Friends" last week, and it was one of my favorite episodes - the one where Monica and Richard have just broken up and she can't sleep because she's a total mess. I think I liked it so much because when it aired I was going through the same thing as Monica, and some of her lines were like they were coming straight out of my head. And when Elliot Gould comes over and tells her that Richard is just as much of a mess, I remember feeling actual comfort. Because breaking up is a two way street, and it's hard for both parties if they really care about each other. And I remember also just thinking that the emotions I was feeling were normal - they had to be if they were on "Friends" because if everybody didn't feel that way, the situation wouldn't be funny. It was just nice to know that my emotional process was normal, and I remember thinking the negative feelings would pass eventually, and I would be OK. Thanks, Friends, for helping me through a hard time. And for the nostalgia.