I'm Mortified to Death!

I drove over to get my hair trimmed this morning, and all was well.  When I left I had to use the restroom, but like most women we'd rather wait until the last minute, so I continued on to REI.  I hit the Ladies first thing, left the stall, washed my hands, checked in the mirror I looked okay, and walked out.

I browsed through half the damn store which consisted of mostly male shoppers today, and then looked down and realized that not only did I forget to zip the fly, I didn't button the top button nor did I buckle my belt!  Could it be that none of those guys even noticed me walking by, much less looked at my fly?  I'm still blushing from the thought of it.

That's what I get for trying to look smart and tuck my shirt into the pants.  I should have left the shirt hanging out and then I would have been modestly covered.  First thing I did when I got home was rip that belt right off!

I didn't find anything I was looking for at REI, and now I don't know where to get a butane cannister for my new Coleman 1-burner stove.  There is no place that sells it, and no, not even the Walmart near me sells it.  Everything is propane!  I think I can buy 12 cans of butane online for $39 plus shipping, plus an extra $15 hazardous shipping fee, but I'll return the stove before I do that.

There were a number of places I wanted to go to after I left REI but just didn't have the heart to go in any more stores.  The heat was rising anyway, and I needed to get home and turn on my swamp cooler.  At 102 I also need a fan circulating the air a little more; 102 is just the beginning - I read on the current 10 day forecast that it will hit 107 before this heat wave is over.  The 10 day forecast changes hourly, so we may be talking over 110!  I never wanted to be in snow more than I do now.  

While Billy Bob is wondering about "apps", I wonder about what the hell is a "hashtag"!  Do they mean a pound sign, and if so, what was wrong with calling it a pound sign.  It reminds me of when I was young and the young people of the day created their own words for things in order to confuse the old folks.  I may be wrong, but I think of an app as an icon for a program - app stands for "application" which is a longer word than "program" and not as easy to spell. 

To round out my day (and it's only 4 in the afternoon) I missed a call from the medical center telling me they can't schedule my surgical procedures before I leave, so call them back and they will set up something for November.  This started out to be something described as "Urgent" by the gallbladder specialist.  I guess what I need is a good app for my jitterbug phone that lists all the competent emergency rooms on my route!