First things first, you can all rest easy tonight. My camera is fine. Heh. Heh. heheheheh.
–It got bumped over to manual focus. And I am totally blaming the drugs on this one. I mean, seriously. I have fixed that simple problem a handful of times since getting My Precious. Doesn’t focus? Check to make sure it’s still on AF. Easy peasy.
But, seriously. My brain is loopy. The steroids have done amazing things to my limbs, but the rest of me is out to lunch. I can’t think straight. I want to simultaneously run around in circles and lie down for a nap. My heart races, I get nervous, I do some deep breathing, my body starts to buzz and twitch, I start to worry about an alien abduction… I don’t know how all those WWF wrestlers handle it.
Luckily, I am weaning off them and should be back to my “normal” self in a few days. Drugs are weird. Don’t do drugs. You should have seen me the two days I was on steroids AND loads of caffeine to get rid of my spinal headache. Suh-nap. It was scary.
Anyway, do you want to see what is new at Pemberley this week? I am ridiculously excited about it.
Yay! A dinner bell! And this is where I start to feel like I am transforming into my mother. -Because, growing up we had a dinner bell. And I remember my friends would laugh about it. Which, in the Bay Area suburbs in a little tiny house with a postage stamp yard, I guess having a dinner bell is a little strange. Not as strange as having 13 kids living in that little house, but still… definitely unusual.
However, I have lately said to Mr. Darcy that I wished we had a bell to ring when it is time for the kids to come in. Because heaven knows I’m a lazy slob and I don’t want to have to work any harder than I have to to get the kids inside.
Also, I have to tell you… lately there has been a pack of turkey vultures that have been circling our house. They just drift around and around over our yard, staring down in their menacing way. I am being dead serious, too. I swear on a stack of Bibles, there are turkey vultures stalking me. They sense my weakness. They eye me as I drag my leg all around the yard trying to collect my children for dinner. Freakin’ buzzards. One of these mornings I am afraid I will wake up to them sitting on the deck outside our master bedroom, staring into our window with their icy eyes. And I will poop myself.
What the heck am I talking about?! OH! The bell. Anyway, I told Mr. Darcy I wanted a bell, then I wouldn’t have to run around the yard yelling for the kids. And last week, my in-laws brought one over. Isn’t that great?! No more screaming my kids names over and over and over… wondering if they really don’t hear me or if they are just pretending not to hear me. Does this happen at your house?
Anyway, I like my bell. And I hate turkey vultures.