when i was doing the clean house or bust thing this weekend i tore a big ass chunk out of my finger. i didn't realize how nasty it really was until yesterday when matt suggested maybe there was a cream or a bandage i could put on it. mostly i was going through the days saying "ow" a lot and trying not to get sharp things stuck in the wound. it's a truth universally acknowledged that if your boyfriend who has spent time picking metal out of the drill hole in his hand thinks your cut is gross, you should probably bond with some antibiotics.
besides the ointment problem it could have been a really good day. the utility company came through and finished their work yesterday. it was a beautiful thing and it brought us much joy. for about an hour. until mr. matt got a call saying that his dad and brother went ahead and turned on the juice without calling him first...and fried the brand new transformer the very day it was put in. four months and six thousand dollars later we have a brand new broken transformer. ha. isn't that ironic. like a fly in your chardonnay. like rain on your wedding day. like having your son/brother change his locks so you can't fuck up his house with anymore "help". ironic.
so matt's spending his day out at the house with a locksmith, an electrician and his overflowing well of tears. the poor dear. i'm spending my day looking for furniture for the new house. hopeful shopping. lookout february, we might actually get to move. it's so exciting when you stop thinking about what a pain it all is in practice. i can't wait.