Tuesday, June 3, 2008

OUCH!

Every Tuesday I feel like I need to soak my wrist in ice for a few hours. No not from that. I bowl in a league on Monday nights. I used to be pretty good but lately I can' hit the broad side of a barn.

Then add to it. I got these shoes with a low setting heel. My right leg is 3/4 inch shorter than the left one. Yesterday I walked DQ to school because both cars need serious work and we are broke. With that one heel sitting too low I think I have pulled a tendon that goes from the back of my ankle half way up the back of my thigh and I can barely walk. OUCH!

So here I sit with my coffee and a smoke. Wondering what the hell to wrote about today.

Then I reach in my pocket and pull out my magic beans. I throw them in the air and they fly through the house. The rest on my monitor and start to dance about. I am confused. I thought I was supposed to get a beanstalk out of this deal.

Then I ran out side found that I had been whisked away house and all to a magic land full of magic things.

There was a butterfly sitting on a flower and he said "What the hell dso you want?"

"Where the hell am I?"

"Look asshole this is your dream or hallucination or whatever. I am just here as scenery."

Then he flew off.

So off I walk down a path made of peanut butter cups and it is slow moving as I cruch them with each step. Now I have chocolate and peanut butter deliciousness stuck to the bottom of my shoes.

Then I woke up and found myself in bed and tried to get up but then the pain hit and I fell on my face with one of the cats just staring at me.

How did your morning start?

3 comments:

Sy said...

"Bowling". Yes of course. But you know that "Bowling" id an anagram for "Ferocious hand to gland combat" dont you? Yeah I know, it has more letters. That is because I cant remember the whole anagram.

As for me any my morning:

5:45am. Alarm goes off. Eyes red as a red thing due to kittens jumping over my fucking head all night. I get up. Trip over. Wifeo is still asleep. I say "Goddamn fucking..." quietly as not to wake her. I run a bath. Cat sits outside the door meowing to come in. I lean out of the bath and let her in. She has a drink of bath water and wants to go straight back out. I slip while letting her out of the door. "Fuck it" said in a low voice. I get out the bath, in the dark of the room I open the closet to find a shirt. I cant find one. It is too dark. Wifeo still asleep. Kittens jump in the cupboard. As there are 4 of them, as soon as I get one out, the other 3 are in. Then the mummy cat does it. I say loudly "FUCKING BASTARDLY BOLLOCKS!" and then realise I may have woken her up. I didnt.

I could go on about the time before I get to work, but lets just say it is a continuation of me swearing a lot and unintentionally (most of the time) kicking kittens.

I get to work. Open email. Won competition. Finally happy. Get coffee. Get a bacon sandwich. The world is good again.

The Dudes Dad said...

Mmmmm Bacon!

Sy said...

You know that with how long it took to come up with the ultimate question, only for the earth to be destroyed, it will be a looooong time before you get your question to your answer of 42.

Of course, saying that, it is said that the question will never be said and it went to the grave with him...