Some days, it doesn't pay to get up. Last Thursday was one of them. I knew it was going to be one of those days before I even got out of bed; I woke up with a
face full of cat.
First off, I need to explain something. I live with my S.O., our 4 cats and her parents (and their cat-we are outnumbered 5-4), in a charming little bungalow in the
Eugene, OR. area. This is generally okay with me; we just don't have the money to get a house of our own, much less rent an apartment (we are both underpaid; I'm
down at least $1000 or more a month given my position and education-and the S.O. is underpaid at least $500. It happens.).
Anyway, on the day in question, I had just gone totally femme in the bedroom. I use our bedroom as an office when I have the laptop, and as the S.O. had been
absconding with the laptop I have been forced to work in the main room, and somewhat less femme. (That's part of the agreement-I don't show up fully femme when
people are home. There are limits, and given our rent, I maintain those, as much of a pain as that is.) I did the works--wig, full face makeup, a skirt and hose, and femme
jewelry which included a pair of cuuuuute little pink heart earrings. I put my pushup pads in place, and had just started to get working when…the internet connection
suddenly didn't.
Now, I had work to do, and could do so without the internet. But the S.O.'s Dad wanted back up, and I knew he would be knocking on the door sooner or later. It turned
out to be a little later, which was good-I did get some work done, and had changed back to girl slacks and a tee from my skirt/blouse/hose combo and was just clearing
the bulk of the makeup off when the knock came. I told him I'd be out in a minute or so; I was just wrapping up some paperwork.
He was okay with that. Bless his heart, he usually is.
The S.O.'s mom, however, is a bit of a technophobe. She still does things in the 1950's/1960's mode-pressure cooker, stovetop, oven, and tank vac. Her car is the last
year without major computers and electronics. She does not like all the computers in her home (although it allowed her daughter and I to move back to the west coast).
She is always worried about all the computerized stuff giving her life (such as she has) away. She started in on her usual tirade on modern electronics…and it frosted
my giblets. Big time. I simply cannot figure out how a GG (Gadget Girl) like my S.O. has such a technophobe for a mother.
I went storming out to fix the internet with my boobs still in place (which was okay; it wasn't the first time I have looked-ummm, rounder…there, shall we say)-and my
earrings still on. Went through 10 minutes of attempting to fix things, and a 20 minute phone call to our ISP, and another 5 minutes of finally getting everything back
together before I went back into my room, closed the door…
…and finally realized I still had my cuuuuute little pink heart earrings on!
How I managed to get my headpiece in place to make the call to our ISP (I used my cellphone) and not figure this out is beyond me. I guess I'm used to earrings on my
ears when I make phone calls; I usually do for working in the bedroom. I figured I was in deep weeds at the time. I may still be.
However, as of this writing, nothing has been said to me by the S.O.'s folks. I suspect either (A) they're more aware of who I am and what I do than I give them credit for,
or (B) for some reason, they simply didn't see them on me. (Goddess, how anyone could miss them is beyond me.) Either way, nothing has been said…and for once, I'll
buy into “Don't ask, don't tell.”
But I am going to have to be more careful in the future, I think.
