Martedi dramaz

1. For the first time in ages, I did not anticipate the alarm going off, so it scared the crap outta me, and I hit the snooz twice.
2. Could not find decent bra. Had to settle for second-string bra. Going without not an option. (ewwww. bad mental image)
3. Sore back again. Hard time getting at my feet, and grateful that they are size ELEVEN and not size two or something.
4. Therapy. Ugh.
5. At work, receive comment from buddy about the blog. She mentions the hot guys, although that's not what she's there to discuss. Afterwards, Bunny's mind drifts (where else?) to ADP transfer rumors.
6. Dirtbunny reaches a decision: This is her first summer transfer window as a tifosa, and she has no experience in separating credible rumors from bullshit agents talking smack on behalf of clients who want more euros. Thinking about her favorite players going to different teams is incredibly upsetting *but see Capi to Juve, which was rare good news. Bunny does not need the stress. Bunny cannot affect the outcome. Bunny decides to stop looking at transfer gossip on the web. Checking in with three favorite fan sites=ok. Periodic checks of television schedules, WCQ standings, and FIFA world rankings=ok. Occasional glances at schedules to see when Champions League draw happens and when new Serie A season schedule is posted=ok. Carefully following Goal.com through every crappy link on every crappy "news" story that mentions any of the dirtbunnies=not ok. If anything important happens, officially and for real, then The Man will tell her.
7. Take Tiki to vet for bordatella vaccine, heartworm test, and flea stuff refills. Kirby comes too. He hides under the bench while we wait for Tiki. Much tangling up of Dirtbunny in the two leashes.
8. Make post-vet trip to dog bakery for post-vet treats. Kirby sees too many people enjoying the afternoon on the sidewalk outside Starbucks (the gross one we shun because it is disorganized and grubby, not the nice one near the nail salon), and he slips his collar and bolts. Bunny chases Kirby down, scoops him up, and carries him into dog bakery whilst juggling handbag and squirming Tiki pulling on his leash. Many teenagers freshly sprung from high school watch with interest from the gross Starbucks. Dog treats are purchased, and Tiki doesn't even pee on anything in the dog bakery. Bunny figures that Kirby will walk peacefully to the car because he will be eager to go home. She is wrong. Kirby slips his collar and makes for the nearest dark-colored car to hide under. Bunny catches him just before he goes under, whilst juggling handbag and squirming Tiki pulling on leash. Teenagers enjoy act two as much as they enjoyed act one. Dirtbunny thinks she must seem very very old and sad to them.
9. On drive home, idiot in Honda decorated with too many bumper stickers---wait. More than one bumper sticker is too many. Let's be more accurate.
10. Ahem. On drive home, idiot in Honda decorated with well over a dozen bumper stickers espousing left-wing political beliefs puts turn signal on as if to turn right. (Why am I telling you this?) Because she doesn't turn. She just goes to the intersection at the bottom of a very steep hill and stops there, in the middle of the road, on the main drag, with the right of way, to let another car approaching on a side street WITH A STOP SIGN cross over. SHE PUTS HER SIGNAL ON AS IF TO TURN, AND THEN SHE JUST STOPS IN TRAFFIC AT THE BOTTOM OF A VERY STEEP HILL, probably to "spread love and kindness" or commit a random act of kindness, or whatever, without regard for the lives behind her (me and The Boys and the several cars behind us). Kindness for one sort of person means serious risk of death for others. Grrr.
11. Manage to get home alive, offload dogs and dog supplies, and head out again for the Glutton Place, because I have a hankerin for Spaghetti e cippolle, and we need cippolle, as well as celery and bananas. Have a good time at the store. Snag second to last piece of Piave Vecchio (yum) and am about to buy some Barbera d'Alba when wine guy clues me in on big wine sale on Saturday (30% off any 12 bottles or more, mix or match). Do you have any idea what that would mean? At 30% off, my second-favorite $6.99 Barbera would be, well, super-cheap! Thanks, wine guy! Bunny decides to go home and taste test bottle of Prosecco to see if we like it. If we do, we'll stock up.
12. Arrive home, unpack groceries, and give dogs the treat we got at dog bakery. For a little while, am revered as a goddess.
13. Go down to the basement, turn on wireless, check on laundry (still wet from yesterday) and settle down for lunch: almonds and Piave Vecchio. It is 4 pm.
14. There will not be spaghetti e cippolle for dinner. We are having rotini with porcini sauce. Spaghetti e cippolle takes too long.
15. Oooh. I forgot the best part. This morning, while commuting, I dropped a size zero double pointed knitting needle into the abyss under the car seat. I asked The Man to please look for it a little when we stopped to drop him off. Not only did he successfully locate the needle I dropped, he also located another needle I must have dropped long ago and gave up on. I'm a knitting needle millionaire!
16. The Azzurri beat the Americans yesterday in a most satisfactory game--oops, I mean match. I have decided to call up an American player to FC Dirtbunny (but not Landon Donovan. He's a wanker.) I have also decided to forgive Giuseppe Rossi for having been born in New Jersey and for playing in Spain but calling himself "Italian." I have not forgiven him for shining so brightly and performing so wonderfully as the Azzurri second striker, because that is ADP's job. He is welcome to it when ADP retires, but not before.
17. Laundry is probably dry now, so I'm steeling myself up for another trip to [gasp] The Basement. Wish me luck.