I have running water and no pinkeye and apparently at least one more of the USWNT is now openly gay because Kelley o'hara Was kissing her girlfriend after the game (!!!)

Hee, it's like the opposite of wishing I had a root

Surgery~ma.

I used to get pink eye too often when I wore contacts, which means anytime more than once in a lifetime qualifies as too often. Awful stuff.

DH has gone to the city to get electrical parts to set up a charging port for my car here, and plumbing parts for the winter destruction. He took a bit more time making his list because going to the store for that kind of stuff is 50 miles each way and not like home where you can have a 5 trips to the hardware store project without it being a biggee.

I set up Skinner's kennel thinking he would feel more at home with his safe place, but he has opted to curl up in Zoe's old bed which was here instead. So that is super sweet. Big goofy guy does not get the whole stairs concept very well. He is going up and down the 4 steps into the house now, awkwardly, but just looks at me like I am nuts when I suggest he go up to the bedrooms on the second floor. Getting him to do those, and getting him to jump into the car or truck is high on the project list.

The hold music I am listening to seems to be caught in a loop between Sinatra's Fly Me to the Moon and ABC's Look of Love. It could be worse. I'm just puzzled because this a mobile phone company that's branded to the millennials, and this does not seem like their target hold music.

I am being nibbled to death by ducks, but I choose to focus on the fact that a brand new iPhone was left on my front step FOR ALMOST A WEEK and it was still there when I got home this morning.

Wow, Sue. That is awesome! I've been lucky with packages, but usually they aren't left for a long time.

Seriously. I mean I've never had anything stolen from my front step, but I've never had anything there longer than a few hours.

The first phone was sent with signature required upon delivery, so I have no idea why this one wasn't.

I can't not read about the Jeffrey Epstein thing, but it's filling me with so much rage. So much. I want to find people's houses and burn them down. (I would not really do that.)

Heh. I am overhearing a couple of coworkers talk about some recent game in some sport or other and it took me a couple of minutes to understand that they were not talking about soccer. Like, there are other sports happening now, who knew?

Well, that was fun.

I was taking a shower and I stepped towards the back of the tub. And in the time it took me to put weight on my left foot I slipped, did a complete 180 and was dumped out of the tub on the bathroom floor.

The main reasons this wasn't a disaster: (a) shower curtain instead of glass door; (2) didn't hit my head going down; (c) foot couldn't plant so I didn't wrench my back.

As it is I have a bruise on my elbow and my shoulder is slightly wrenched from landing on it.

See, when Matilda washes her hair (as she did yesterday before we went to camp) she uses a ton of conditioner which doesn't always drain out of the tub.

So I hit the the hair product equivalent of black ice and spun out.

Time to get some grippy tub stickers.

I hope Laura Snyder (childhood friend in TN who was the goalie for our state-champion high school women's soccer team) watched the World Cup and is celebrating appropriately. Or inappropriately, as she chooses.

When I was in high school (1981-85), Title IX was just starting to be a real thing, and I remember vividly how much difference it made to the women athletes in my classes.