I Got Caught

Yeahhhhh, so I got caught in the doors of the bus this morning. And by "caught", I of course mean that the bus driver shut the doors on me as I was standing in line to get on. I wasn't trying to get on at the last minute, I wasn't invisible, I was just the last in line to get on; waiting patiently for the person in front of me to dump his piggy bank into the money thingy. Then ole bus driver guy laughs at my expense and says, "See ya later!".... hardy har har hahahah har. I was like okay that's not funny you ass, how about you release the door before my shoulder cracks. I didn't say that, but I was pretty pissed.

Where is my garbage can?

Some good friends were visiting a few weekends ago, and during their visit I realized that my kitchen garbage can was in a terrible spot. I asked them where I should move it to and we put it in a new, more convenient location... thanks guys!

However, my mind just CANNOT wrap itself around the new location. Every single day... and it's been almost two weeks... I go to throw something away where the garbage used to be. Not just once a day, but several several times a day. And sometimes, within minutes of eachother! It's ridiculous! I tell myself over and over to stop going to the old spot, but my head just doesn't get it. I even scold myself out loud, I laugh and say "Seriously Stephanie?", I tell myself this is the last time, but it doesn't make a difference.

I'll give myself another week, and if I still keep going to the old location I'll get myself some help.