Cave Canem (or at the very least, the dog's TOYS!)

Ouch. This morning, walking out the door to take the light of my dreary existance(aka, my darling daughter) to school, I neglected to watch my step and wound up on my butt, screaming various obscenities loud enough for people trying to purchase the $2.89 per gallon fuel at the SHELL station half a mile down the hill to pause and say to each other, WTF? My daughter, no fool, suggested (as soon as she recovered from the shock of hearing her maternal parental unit strip the paint off the mail box using naught but the sort of vocabulary more commonly found coming from the mouths of longshoremen and rodeo roughnecks than middle-aged mothers and church secretaries) that she could drive herself to school after calling an ambulance for me....

Long story short: I took her to school (thanking God for automatic transmission and power brakes), returned home, glared at Bel's slightly worse for wear and being trod-upon tennis ball still resting faux-innocently on the porch step, took ibuprophen, went to work and prevailed upon the kindness of the Presbyterian Women for a ride to the ER after their 9 am board meeting. X-rays. No broken bones, severe sprain, Ice packs and crutches, and a prescription for Vicoden....

I'm just glad that I had been able to work ahead a bit yesterday, so both tonight's Maundy Thursday and tomorrow's Good Friday services are covered and in the bag. ouch.....

hurts....shitgoddamnunsatisfactorybitchofasituation, bud.

crutches don't work right. too long....

Cave Canem (or at the very least, the dog's TOYS!)

Ouch. This morning, walking out the door to take the light of my dreary existance(aka, my darling daughter) to school, I neglected to watch my step and wound up on my butt, screaming various obscenities loud enough for people trying to purchase the $2.89 per gallon fuel at the SHELL station half a mile down the hill to pause and say to each other, WTF? My daughter, no fool, suggested (as soon as she recovered from the shock of hearing her maternal parental unit strip the paint off the mail box using naught but the sort of vocabulary more commonly found coming from the mouths of longshoremen and rodeo roughnecks than middle-aged mothers and church secretaries) that she could drive herself to school after calling an ambulance for me....

Long story short: I took her to school (thanking God for automatic transmission and power brakes), returned home, glared at Bel's slightly worse for wear and being trod-upon tennis ball still resting faux-innocently on the porch step, took ibuprophen, went to work and prevailed upon the kindness of the Presbyterian Women for a ride to the ER after their 9 am board meeting. X-rays. No broken bones, severe sprain, Ice packs and crutches, and a prescription for Vicoden....

I'm just glad that I had been able to work ahead a bit yesterday, so both tonight's Maundy Thursday and tomorrow's Good Friday services are covered and in the bag. ouch.....

hurts....shitgoddamnunsatisfactorybitchofasituation, bud.

crutches don't work right. too long....