One Of Those Days

You ever have one of those days?

I have....almost every day this week. I wrote about Karma earlier this week, and now I'm wondering if Karma didn't want to be on the blog so she's come after me.

Monday was okay, you know, kind of a lazy day, not much going on. But I set out to do several things and, let's see, I accomplished.......nothing. Good Monday. Good.

Tuesday was off because I was told I was needed at work. I showered and shaved and prettified myself, and then drove down to find out that I wasn't needed after all. Excuse me, but I wore my new blue shirt which makes my eyes just sparkle, and, You. Don't. Need. Me? Tuesday was also the day of The Hurt. So it was a double whammy.

Moving on from The Hurt.

Wednesday was good. Carlos and I both had the day off, so it was all fun.

Thursday was more of a Blursday because, for the life of me I can't remember much about it except that a Wackjob at work decided he wanted to save me. Save. Me. Save me from the Wackjobs who want to save me, I say.

I was telling a co-worker about The Hurt, and Wackjob came up and said, in that drink-the-koolaid voice, Sounds like you have a problem, Bob.

No, I said, No Problem.

Jesus could help you solve the problem.

I don't HAVE a problem.

But if you did--

I don't.

But if you di--

I don't.

But if you d--

I don't. Well, maybe I do.

Wackjob grinned so widely that his razor sharp incisors could be seen, and drool slithered down his neck like a slow rain. What's the problem, Bob?

Well, there's this wackjob at work that won't leave me alone......

Friday went pretty well. Beautiful day in Smallville. No crises. No drama. Just sweet perfect Friday. I left work early and walked out back to my car. I stepped up on the curb to walk around the front of my car. I stepped off the curb, and into a pothole and down to the ground.

I have a throbbing swollen ankle and a mood to match.

So, I may not be posting much today. Between raising my foot above my head--what am I? A Rockette?--and soaking it in an ice bath, I may not get close to the computer.

Siiiiigh.