I Defied the Gods...

I wasn't going to blog again quite so soon, but the last picture amused me so I had to post it. There is a long story attached to it:

I was invited to a party in Salado this weekend and I think someone up there didn't really want me to go.

The first indication was the bathroom door. When I take my shower I do not close the bathroom door, the cats like to wander in and out while I'm showering and if I close the door they sit outside it and howl. Since I am usually alone in the house when I bathe I just leave the door open.

Anyway, I was out of the shower and putting on my makeup and the cats were playing in the bedroom and somehow the bathroom door slammed shut. Not a big deal except.... I couldn't get it opened again.

I tried and tried and nothing. Thank goodness I was on the side with screws and thank goodness I keep a screwdriver in the hat where I store my makeup (It's a tech thing. We are terrified of not having a screwdriver).

I took the doorknob off and found out the part that turns the damn latch had broken off and I could not get the latch to disengage with anything in the bathroom, so I had to remove the hinges and take the door down. I removed all the parts of the doorknob from the door and rehung it.

By this time I was all grimy again and I had to take another shower.

So, I finally got all  clean and pretty. There were little nuisances getting ready - put my thumb through a stocking, chipped a nail, got dressed and realized my blue nails didn't match my maroon top so I had to change my clothes.... You know. All those little nagging things that happen when a woman gets ready to go out.

Here's a picture of my nails so you can see what I mean, they really don't go with any type of red:

When I left the house it was a little breezy, but the sun was shining, however, the closer I got to Salado the darker it got. By the time I got there it was pitch black and pouring rain. I was going somewhere new and I couldn't find the turn off because none of the street lights were on. I drove very slowly and had to wait for lightening flashes to find my turn off.

Halfway down the gravel road there were some lights and I was relieved to finally see something friendly and lit up.

The party was OK. Everything to eat had peppers and there was a cash bar that I did not take advantage of and I ended up talking shop all night, but nobody died so I guess it was an enjoyable evening.

On the way out I stopped and took a picture of  one of the dozen lights that lit the circular part of the driveway and I'm glad I hadn't noticed it on my way in:

I would have felt like I was in a bad gothic romance which started, "It was a dark and stormy night..." (I took the picture on my way out)

I made it home in one piece.

There was one final message from the gods tonight:

I think I'm going to call this picture "The Shroud of Salado" because it's a pretty good image of my face rubbed into the makeup removal cloth.

This just proves that the gods do have a sense of humor.

It's late and I'm going to bed. Sleep warm Interwebs.