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Man....
...let me tell you about *my* day. Okay, first of all I take my pop to the doctor. That's okay-- he behaves pretty good, doesn't ask me why I don't go to church anymore, doesn't worry my Niece is in Ireland having crazy unprotected sex and is going to bring home a baby...knows *damn* well not to say a mother fuckin' thing about my child--we established *very* early on he wouldn't be trying to belittle her--he's only ever been allowed to say nice things. Ever. Soo-- my pop makes it home alive and I'm kind of smiling, we laughed! Together. Cool.
I go to the store for badly needed food-- no money. Okay--I can throw something together and food can wait one more day.
At home, I'm trying to get the horrible mess I made back together-- good. Earlier Mr. Roxy was complaining about some stuff in his way and accusing me of trying to kill him--so silly, when there are all these fluffy pillows all over the house and he sleeps like a log. So--he moves the stuff, leaves for a well deserved bike ride--Go baby!
Guess what? guess who gets their little toes caught up in the strap of hs laptop bag and goes crashing to the floor? Yeeeeezzzzz... me. I was thinking on my way down, should I be so calm? It kind of hurt, but I didn't hit my head, so I was happy about that. Shins, wrists, butt and my shoulder hurt but nothing got broken so *thumbs up big grin* Bonus!
It wasn't a craptastic day, but it wasn't a happy whoo-hoo day either. I'll get back to you later. Oooooo--my pudgy little side hurts...*sniff* And I stepped on a piece of glass. *pout*
eta: Oy! it just keeps going and going...
I go to the store for badly needed food-- no money. Okay--I can throw something together and food can wait one more day.
At home, I'm trying to get the horrible mess I made back together-- good. Earlier Mr. Roxy was complaining about some stuff in his way and accusing me of trying to kill him--so silly, when there are all these fluffy pillows all over the house and he sleeps like a log. So--he moves the stuff, leaves for a well deserved bike ride--Go baby!
Guess what? guess who gets their little toes caught up in the strap of hs laptop bag and goes crashing to the floor? Yeeeeezzzzz... me. I was thinking on my way down, should I be so calm? It kind of hurt, but I didn't hit my head, so I was happy about that. Shins, wrists, butt and my shoulder hurt but nothing got broken so *thumbs up big grin* Bonus!
It wasn't a craptastic day, but it wasn't a happy whoo-hoo day either. I'll get back to you later. Oooooo--my pudgy little side hurts...*sniff* And I stepped on a piece of glass. *pout*
eta: Oy! it just keeps going and going...
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Oh...
*pets your hurty side*
xoxo,
Monica
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Am I the only one who's first thought was along the lines of "Pop? Why would she bring her Coca-Cola to the doctor? Or is that some euphism for urine sample that I don't know about?"
Guess not! But that was a very strange 1.3 seconds ... LOL
*hugs* Hope you feel better soon!!
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Oooh, roxymissrose, I'm sorry for your misfortunes.
I'm going to kill that piece of glass' brother, okay?
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Poor thing!
*snuggles you and brings you hot tea and crumpets and fleecy booties*
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