I was actually running early for work today for a change of pace. Then I went to dry my hair and my hair dryer wouldn’t turn on. I didn’t have a backup. Nor did I have so much extra time that I could run to the store to buy a new one. So, I fiddled around with it for 10 minutes and it still wouldn’t work. Luckily, since I was running early, my hair was almost dry by this point, so I messed with it a little and ran out the door. Of course, I was a few minutes late for work, as usual. I don’t know what the deal is because the hair dryer wasn’t that old–usually I get a few years out of them anyway. You can add ConAir to my boycott list.
I started on supper a bit ago. I went to grab some potatoes out of the pantry and the potatoes were rotten. Have you ever smelled a rotten potato? Ick! I always forget what they smell like until I smell them again. It’s definitely something you want to forget about. So, I pulled the bag out of the pantry and some of the potato rot spilled onto my jeans. Now I smell like rotten potatoes. I guess I could change my jeans, but it’s not like we’re getting company or anything. Hopefully the smell will dissipate sooner or later. Luckily, I had some backup potatoes on hand, so things are looking up.
Lizzy apparently found a drop or two of rotten potato juice on the floor because she started rolling around in it with reckless abandon. Apparently she’s going potato hunting later.