Something That Annoys Me

I went to a workday at the zoo not terribly long ago. This being an extra credit sort of assignment for a class that involves being unpaid labor for the local zoo. (And coming home smelling like porcupine.)

While there, I gained a scuff on the top of one of my boots.

Really, this isn't a big deal. While noticeable, the boots aren't "nice" shoes, nor are they supposed to be. They're the shoes I wear every single day and bought because they could take a considerable beating.

But the scuff bothers me.

It's just so... there. In the same way that sweaters get loose threads or coats get moth holes, it's a side-affect of using. Except both of those can be fixed. A scuff is there, always, mocking.

I think I may be slightly OCD.

Whew

I am back in SLO.

Even though everything else went wrong, Voodoo* was a good car and got me here without any problems.

Now I go off to been.


*Voodoo was miraculously fixed in time using SCIENCE and our awesome mechies.