Aaack! I'm so tired of my obsessive-compulsive, time-wasting housekeeping! Last night I wanted to work on figuring out how to add a design background to my blog, since i haven't found a Blogger template that suits me yet, but I wasted a long time after dinner trying to figure out
why...for the last 3 nights in a row...there has been a small wet patch in the exact same spot on the dining room table? The top of the table is cherry wood...you can see it in the background of my food pictures...and water on wood isn't good.
So I'm wiping the spot with my finger trying to figure out what the heck the liquid could be. No way am I tasting it, like those icky weird detective tv shows, where someone sticks his finger in something wet and tastes it and then says "
It's blood." ...although Meester and I have been getting along at dinner time this week, so I know it's not blood on my table...
I think it's olive oil...but I find the spot after I pick up the placemats...and wouldn't the cotton placemats absorb the oil? Unless the placemats were
sopping with olive oil, but I examined every placemat for moisture and couldn't detect any. And then I throw the placemats in the laundry room anyway,
just to be sure that I wasted all that time feeling out every place mat. I checked the table coasters that we put our glasses on too, and didn't see/feel any moisture there. I even look under the table and up at the ceiling, like maybe our house is becoming the
Poltergeist movie house, or something.
So then I cleaned the kitchen,
in case the mystery liquid was still lurking somewhere, did some laundry, and piddled the evening away. Feh! I did give myself 5 minutes outside to look at the full moon and nearby Jupiter, before the mosquitoes chased me back in.....so,
I only wasted about 95% of my evening.