Nobody Cares About My Broken Lamp
Nobody Cares
I didn’t post a thing today, being as to the fact that I went early Christmas shopping, because I HATE to shop in crowds, and I thought Friday would be less crowded than Saturday, but it really doesn’t matter because, I HAD to go, due to the fact that I broke a lamp, that sits on top of my old TV set in my bathroom, and it’s because you really are not suppose to balance a lamp on top of a TV set, especially when it’s posed to get hit right after you come out of the shower, and if the phone rings while your in the shower (which it did) you are bound to knock the little lamp perched on top of the TV set, and then because you thought it was cheap plastic it wasn’t suppose to break, but it did, and you can’t put on your morning makeup without that lamp, because the bathroom has black walls, and hardly any space, and no light to speak of, so I HAD to go out and get a lamp, but the problem was, it had to be the right color, and the right shape to ‘balance’ on top of the TV set, because I simply have to have a TV on when I’m putting on my makeup, but the TV takes up all the room, there is no room for a lamp, therefore I have to put the lamp on top of the old TV—-but I had to go to 6 places today, of course, in a thirty mile radius, looking for just that right lamp, I didn’t get home until late.
But…it was worth it. My little silver lamp, although 15 dollars more than the one I broke, looks very nice in my little black bathroom, and now I can see, until of course, somebody calls me on the phone when I’m in the shower.
So…don’t call me at that time.
I KNEW you didn’t care! Now, aren’t you glad I don’t usually tell you about MY boring life?
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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