The Minnesota Landscape Arboretum is having a contest to name a new variety of rose. My entry? "Thornzilla Mutilator." I think people would buy one just for the name.
I went to buy gas and realized my wallet was gone. I tried to retrace my steps and think of where it might be, but it was no use. I drove home, looked up the numbers for my bank and credit card company to cancel the cards and then got stuck. I needed money to buy gas, so that required a trip to the bank, where they'd want a picture ID, but the only one I didn't lose was my (outdated) passport, which is in a safe deposit box in a different bank, further away than I had enough gasoline for. That meant the next trip was going to be to get a new driver's license, which was going to require paying a replacement fee - but I had no money, credit card or ATM card. This was getting annoying, to say the least.
The doorbell rang. There were three people at the door: Trailer Park Goth Girl (on summer vacation from Mankato State), Supermodel Diva (who I really wish I could post a photo of - she went to college on a volleyball scholarship and, in heels, she stands about 6'6", cinnamon-colored skin, grey eyes and (chemically treated) long straight blond hair)... every woman immediately hates her, and a tall willowy strawberry-blonde who made me think "Ooh, cut me off a slice of that!" until I realized it was Goth Girl's boyfriend. They found my wallet! Unfortunately, since I had canceled all my cards, I still had no way to get any money. I had to bum $20 from them on top of it all.
It's been raining for several days and I kept hearing a dripping sound. I'd sit in my living room, hear it, get up and head toward the kitchen, where it seemed to be coming from, and it'd stop. I checked to see if perhaps my gutters were clogged. I checked to see if the drip was under the sink. I checked the basement to see if there was any puddling. I checked toilets to see if perhaps one had a bad flapper valve. I'd go to bed, hear it, get up... and it would stop. Eventually I found that the condenser on my refrigerator went bad.
And, since it was a day in SteveQ's life, I ran a few miles in the rain.