One of those days.

Saturday really fit that phrase. If you read my last blog you are aware of the fact that I had a funeral to attend Sat. afternoon at 2. Before that, my neighbor had a little get together which I was invited to at 11:00 AM. Then at 6:30 PM another one to attend. Well to begin with, I was late to the 11:00 o'clock one, not arriving till 12. OK so after arriving at 12, I needed to leave at 12:45 to get dressed and drive to the funeral. So all I had was 15 minutes to get dressed. I was already ready with makeup and everything, just needed to put on my skirt and sweater. Right off the bat, I saw a run in my hose. Since I was wearing a long skirt, and knee boots, All I needed to do was to find some nail polish. All I could find was some red, no clear to find. I finished that task, finished getting dressed, re combing and spraying my hair, and off to get my boots. Oh, I had forgotten I hadn't worn them yet this season and they were in the closet, in the bedroom that I don't use. Then I realized I had set all the Christmas totes in front of that closet, after bringing them up from the basement. I moved them out of the way, reached in closet and grabbed my boots and put them on, put all totes back, cause of course I had slid them just far enough out of way to get closet door open, thus blocking the door into the room, so I had to move them back so I could get out the door. Well then realized my long black dress coat was also in that closet, I had to go through moving those totes all again. I had allowed myself time to get there 30 minutes before the service, so I was still 15 minutes early. But when I got there, and they were directing us to park in the grass, I knew the church would already be full. I had to walk in soggy ground from all the rain, and I kept feeling as if I was off balance, but just thought it was where my heels were sinking down into the soft ground. I knew all along that this was going to be an emotional service, and meant to make sure and take some Kleenex. Because of rushing, I had forgotten my Kleenex, I didn't even have a piece of paper towel or anything in my bag, cause I had changed bags earlier in the day to a smaller one, just putting essentials like keys and such in it, planning on carrying the smaller one just to the service and then the party later on that night. On the way into the church, I walked in with an acquaintance, and she had extra Kleenex. OK I was all sit. The church was filled to capacity, but I finally found a seat. The church was so warm I had removed my coat before sitting. I had a crew neck sweater on, and a scarf tied in front and it just was so uncomfortable, really irritating. Got through the service, fidgeting with the neck of my sweater the whole time. After the service, we were all invited down to the fellowship hall, to speak to the family, and have some refreshments. I had to walk down steps to the fellowship hall and kept thinking something must be on my right boot, maybe mud, I thought, It just didn't feel right when I was walking. Nope it was clean, I met with the family, limped back to the car and got home. First things first, I began to remove that aggravating sweater that had irritated me all morning. Well no wonder, I had it on backwards, and the tag was rubbing against the fat on my neck. Luckily I had the scarf tied in front so the stitching of the tag didn't show. But the shoulder seams sure did. They were half way down my chest area. OK now to take off the boots. Hmm, something is wrong here, I thought when I begin to unzip them and just one of them had a zipper. Well I know you have figured it out by now, I had worn two different black boots, both were knee high, but one had a thinner and higher heel, while the other one was a chunky heel. Oh yea, the toe of one was pointy and the toe of the other was more squared off. Of course Allan thought all this was just hilarious, I did not see any humour in it at all.