Bullet Points for Fun and Profit

• Here's a thing I learned just this week on life's rocky road: folks, you haven't lived until you get home after an afternoon of running errands to discover that the trash bag you left sitting by the door so you WOULD NOT forget to take it out as you left -- the one full of the ambitious refrigerator cleanout, full of curdled milk and chicken bones and something unidentifiable that you suspect might have been left over from thanksgiving but you really don't want to think too hard about it, that trash bag -- was left sitting by the door after all but is now spread all over the house and furniture, that part not actually ingested by the not-even-remotely-sorry-looking dogs. They are not sorry even though they spend the next day afflicted by intestinal distress, because what is cause and effect to a dog? Ah, but now, now I have lived. Now I can die having experienced the richest life has to offer. -_-



• It's taken me months to concede that the fabulous basket I envisioned hanging on my door to catch the mail before it became -- wait for it -- eaten by my dogs, that basket does not exist in a buyable form (though it does exist in stealable form, should I ever decide to throw caution to the winds in my quest for the perfectly-shaped basket). So I broke down and bought a real mailbox and hung it this weekend, and for the past two days, my mail has been totally intact. Not even a small corner nibbled off! Not even one telltale shred of paper on Leory's favorite chair! It's almost enough to make up for the fact that my house smelled like spoiled milk for a full twenty-four hours. Almost.



• I saw Pan's Labyrinth yesterday, and while I admit that there were bits of it that had me cringing in my seat or covering my eyes, I was so primed to be horrified by its brutality that it never quite reached my tense expectation. Also I wasn't quite as blown away as I'd hoped I would be after reading all those ecstatic reviews. I feel badly about this, a little; though I did like it quite a lot, I wanted to love it more than I did. Don't you hate it when that happens?



• I am anemic again. I'm always kind of borderline when it comes to iron levels, because I am terrible at looking after my body the way I should, but I don't want to be tired and cold all the time, and I don't want to be turned down as a blood donor, and so I have taken this as a sign that it is time, once and for all, to take a multivitamin. Regularly. Like, not just buy the bottle and look guiltily at it from time to time when I'm putting on moisturizer, but actually take it as directed.
  
  Not too long before I hit forty, after all. I may feel look and feel ten years younger, but the truth is that my body is not going to chug forward indefinitely if I keep abusing it. And so tonight I make a promise to my long-neglected body, for all to see: Ima treat you right, body -- righter, at least -- from now on.
  
  If only I can remember to at least take that multivitamin.