Was riding home tonight and Sheldon’s right hand fell off. Yes, that’s right. The right handle – the throttle handle – rotated its little bot bot right off the metal bit.

GRAHHHH!!

What that meant is that I had nothing to safely hold onto except for the metal bit which was all a bit awkward. The ideal situation would be to gaffa tape it together, but I don’t have any gaffa tape! This is all I have…

Trust me, that is what I’ll be attempting to use tomorrow to fix the handle. It is times like this I wish I was a more practical person and could look at the damn thing and figure out what’s wrong with it or how to fix it. But I’m not. At the very least, gaffa tape would be handy. Lesson learnt?

Every grrrl should have gaffa tape in her tool box!!!

Now all this I could handle if it weren’t for this slight problem.

And this one …

For three nights this week I have come home late from work (8pmish) to remember – all over again – that I’ve run out of toothpaste and to determine – all over again – that I’m too lazy to get back on the bike and go to the shop. For ONE whole week I have completely forgotten to buy a light bulb for my bedroom. Tonight I am again too lazy to get back on the bike and go to the shop.

If only my brain would remember these things. I remember all the super important things like all the things work-related, but it would be a great joy to be more domesticated. I am just so flakey with such things.

So tonight I am lamenting not having a car to cater to my a/laziness and b/not wanting to fix the handle until the morning. It would mean I don’t have to scrape the remnants out of an empty toothpaste tube and I wouldn’t curse everytime I go to turn the light on in my bedroom.

It’s the little things in life that I’m crap at.

Luckily I’m good at the big stuff.