This weekend my husband went away for a guy's weekend. His best friend is getting married in September and they're having his bachelor party. While I wasn't really looking forward to a weekend spent alone at home, I didn't really think it would be too bad, but evidently I was wrong.
I woke up on Saturday feeling pretty good about being by myself for the weekend. I decided to put food in the hummingbird feeder because it was empty again (they finish off our huge feeder just about every day). For the first time ever it was actually an easy process. That should have been a sign that something would go wrong. I think I managed to pull the hanger off the hook because when I let go the whole thing crashed to the ground. Somehow the glass survived the drop, but the plastic part is in a million pieces now. In the process I also managed to get myself covered in sugar water as well.
Later I decided to drive into town to get a few things. On the way home my air conditioner crapped out (which is so much fun when it's 95* outside), which it's been doing because I thought it just couldn't handle the giant mountain that my car has to climb to get home. Then when I got home I looked at my dash to see that my car was majorly overheating. Thank goodness I made it home because otherwise that would have been terrifying.
I know it could have been a lot worse, but it still sucks and none of these sorts of things happen when my husband is around. Probably because I would have had him refill the hummingbird feeder and we would have taken our other vehicle to go shopping, but still. I think he's just not allowed to leave me again. Or maybe the next time he leaves I'm just going to lock myself in the house and hide.
Oh, I also had to kill my own spider and it was huge. Finding that thing right before I went to bed was not good for me.
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