Turning into my Mother Part 942

For the past couple of days I’ve been searching for the Netflix movie I need to return with no luck. I gave up and emailed them to see what the cost for replacement would be. In a bad mood I went to the fridge for treats and instead found this:

why i need a pearl

i never lose my cell phone. everything else, sure, but never my phone... until tonight. since i don't have a land line i couldn't simply call it and follow the very annoying ring tone. i looked for about twenty minutes until i remembered i could email it and follow the also annoying message beep. eight emails later i found it on the spiral stairs leading to my loft. i have no idea how it ended up there, because i don't even remember going upstairs tonight. i hate turning into my mother.

at least now i can justify ordering the pearl. i'd never lose a pretty phone, because it would never be out of my sight. i wonder if it comes with a waterproof case for the shower...

Genetics will get you in the end!

I'm slowly turning into my Mom, which wouldn't be so bad if it were her good traits. She is the kindest most loving person I've ever known. She is a nurse and has this need to help people, even when outside of the hospital. This includes giving her daughter's favorite coat away to someone who needed it more. Yeah, it happened, but I couldn't be mad.

My Mom is sort of an airhead, as is Ben. Growing up I don't know how many times we left the house just to turn around and go back, because she forgot to turn off her curling iron. Ben is the one who lost his basketball in the back seat of his car. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?!

It's always driven me mad, until now. Why the change? Because I've joined their club.

I've been wanting to see The Queen, and finally talked a friend into taking me to see it last night. The movie starts and I realized I had already seen it. I was livid! My friend laughed at me for the rest of the evening. It sucked, since I didn't love the movie the first time around.

If that were the only airhead moment...

Last week Daisy was chewing at her paws, as she often does due to allergies. When this happens I spray her paws with a bitter spray to keep her from chewing them. Twenty minutes after covering her paws in the stuff I noticed she was not only chewing at them more, but licking them as well. I accidentally got some of the spray on my hand before and know it tastes like hell in a bottle. Something was wrong. I picked up the bottle and noticed it was the wrong spray. I had just sprayed mint tasting dental spray on her paws. How I mixed up these two bottles is beyond me!If Daisy chews her own feet off, I can only blame myself!