Today was not a good day. I found out that for the first time in my life I overdrew a checking account. I’m very, very meticulous about keeping my accounts straight, so this was a shock. I had a math error that I hadn’t caught yet. *sigh* I just feel violated. And sad. Oh, well. By tomorrow, it will be cleared up.
On the funny side, Mike usually picks up one local paper every morning and reads another online. We had a subscription, but realized we were throwing most of the papers away without reading them. And by the time we got the paper, most of the news was old and we had heard it already – either online or on TV. So we let the subscription go, and now we just buy the individual ones. We try to get them every other day at least.
Today Mike was reading an online version and he found this:
“Out of the 22 dogs at the city’s SPCA on Featherbed Lane, Karen Brown chose a small, shivering Jack Russell mix with poor eyesight and a neurological disorder named Lambchop. A local resident found Lambchop on her porch during Hurricane Irene’s downpour.”
My question is what are the symptoms of this neurological disorder that they’ve named Lambchop? Do you have an overwhelming desire to be a smarty pants puppet and have someone else talk for you? Do you want to hang out with Shari Lewis?
I’m sure this is a very cute little dog (and I know the dog’s name is Lambchop, not the disorder), but, really – these are professional writers. Aren’t there editors? Didn’t that sound funny to someone besides Mike and me?
If you’ve read any of my grammar rants, you know that using correct grammar is a pet peeve of mine. Not that I think less of anyone who messes up, because I know I have made mistakes in writing (and speaking!). But if you’re writing for the public or have a job that causes you to have to work with customers, you should have the basic rules down. For example, when I found out I was overdrawn this afternoon, I decided it had to be a mistake. I don’t overdraw accounts. I asked the bank person on the phone to leave copies of the past three months’ statements at my branch. No problem; they’ll be there waiting for you! (It’s a long story, but I don’t have online banking for that account; it’s one that doesn’t get used much so I just never set up online banking for it. I’m rethinking that decision.)
I got to the bank, asked for the records, and the teller said, “What chew lookin’ for?” (“Chew” instead of “you” after “what” “without,” or any other word ending in “t” also drives me crazy. That’s one of many reasons I can’t listen to pop music.) We explained again. “Just a minnit.” She asked the other lady in the cubicle. “We don’t have nothin’ for you. I’m so sorry.” Oh, me too. Believe me!! My ears are very offended right now, and that’s not even considering her strident vocal tone. We thanked her and left. By then I had already found my mistake. (Have I mentioned I hate math? Today anyway.)
So here’s a nice, soothing card to help melt away the frustrations of today. We have our oratorio society tonight, too, so I should be very happy by the time I get home tonight. I have another story about the oratorio society, but I’ll save that for another day.
It’s a dreary day, so it was hard to get a good photo. I sponged ink on the edges of the Whisper White layer after I stamped the butterfly, sentiment and flowers. And I stamped a second butterfly on a Whisper White scrap, cut it out and layered it over the one on the card for a little extra dimension. I added a lot of Dazzling Details to that one. I popped on a few brads, and – done!
That’s it for today. Just looking at that card makes me calm and happy. It must be the Wisteria Wonder. I have another one with the same basic colors, but different stamps, that was inspired by Mary Fife. I’ll show you that one tomorrow (and I’ll tell you the oratorio story).
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