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Hindsight is 20/20 and looking back, I should have known that today was going to turn out a little more shabby than chic. It started somewhere between when I officially went to sleep (3am) and when I officially woke up (12noon) there was some sort of massive emergency on Woodley Ave. I wake to the sound of screaming sirens and hear them blurp off as they near my house. Then 10 minutes later (just enough time for me to convince penelope to stop huffing around the house and come back to bed) another blaring siren screams around the corner and halts when it gets to me. This happened about 4 more times. After that, I was sure a murderer was on the loose and that he was coming to get me.
"Was that my door I hear opening, is someone breaking in" My inner psycho whispers to my inner rational thought.
"No stupid," my rational side condescendingly snides back.
Psycho was wrong. No one was breaking in. But it was enough to suddenly make me inexplicably alert.
And then I decided to watch my tivo. 2 hours later I fell asleep. I woke to my vibrating phone...a text from LaDwan
"You're coming tonight right?"
curse! I thought Laurel's birthday party was tomorrow. That means I have 3 hours to:
1-Go to Trader Joes to get ingredients for...
2-homemade pico de gallo
3-homemade guacamole
4-shower
5-decide whether i want to do my hair or makeup
6-check yesterdays lotto numbers
I got to number 2 when it happened.
slice
Despite my master chef skills I major sliced open my hand.
(WARNING...THIS GETS GROSS)
Within seconds I was puking down the front of my shirt. It was like when you are little and you are running down the sidewalk arms ready to embrace your dad for a big aerial hug and then you trip and before you even hit the ground your eyes are filled with tears...but this time it was puke.
The rest of the night was filled with pain/humiliation/boredom and a pledge to eat take-out until my wound is healed. 10-14 days according to the docs.
This is a long winded way of saying...Happy Birthday Laurel...im sorry i missed your party. i hope you had costumes, puppies and horror films galore.
"Was that my door I hear opening, is someone breaking in" My inner psycho whispers to my inner rational thought.
"No stupid," my rational side condescendingly snides back.
Psycho was wrong. No one was breaking in. But it was enough to suddenly make me inexplicably alert.
And then I decided to watch my tivo. 2 hours later I fell asleep. I woke to my vibrating phone...a text from LaDwan
"You're coming tonight right?"
curse! I thought Laurel's birthday party was tomorrow. That means I have 3 hours to:
1-Go to Trader Joes to get ingredients for...
2-homemade pico de gallo
3-homemade guacamole
4-shower
5-decide whether i want to do my hair or makeup
6-check yesterdays lotto numbers
I got to number 2 when it happened.
slice
Despite my master chef skills I major sliced open my hand.
(WARNING...THIS GETS GROSS)
Within seconds I was puking down the front of my shirt. It was like when you are little and you are running down the sidewalk arms ready to embrace your dad for a big aerial hug and then you trip and before you even hit the ground your eyes are filled with tears...but this time it was puke.
The rest of the night was filled with pain/humiliation/boredom and a pledge to eat take-out until my wound is healed. 10-14 days according to the docs.
This is a long winded way of saying...Happy Birthday Laurel...im sorry i missed your party. i hope you had costumes, puppies and horror films galore.
2 comments:
Your poor hand! I hate going to the emergency room when I screw up! I feel so dumb! But I love going when Diego hurts himself! I love to people watch there! If you lived closer I would make you salsa
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Bummer, sorry Ali! I once sliced OFF my finger nail with a box cutter and passed out from all the blood...I'm not sure if puking would be any better! You should post pictures of your hand =)
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