triumph and irritation

Triumph

I've conquered the mountain with my own little legs.


Irritation

I've conquered the mountain with my own little legs, but now I want to sit down in a chair and I don't have one because that's right, I'm backpacking.

horror

As I’m putting the facewash back up on the shelf, my arm brushes the handheld mirror which slides and knocks the tweezers off of the shelf and I watch, stricken and helpless, as the tweezers fall end over end and, with a gentle sploosh, into the open toilet below.