"I Woke Up In a Great Mood..."

Did you ever have one of those days when everything was going your way?

Didn't have to be to work until an hour later than usual?

Got to leave work at 2:00 PM and still be paid for a 10 hour day?

Taking a bit of guilty pleasure from the fact that your coworkers still have, at least, six more hours to go?

The weather is beautiful. The sun is shining, but not too hot?

Maybe you will do a little yard work?

Or, better yet, take a nap?

But, suddenly and unbidden, that little voice in your head, the one that sounds like Flo, the Progressive Insurance lady,

                                                                            on crack...

...says, "Hey! This is just the sort of day that is going to kick you in the balls, pretty much any time now!"

 "Yayyy!"


The Blog bets that you have had one or two of those days.

                                      Mike Damone knows what The Blog is talkin' about.

Fortuitously, The Blog wanted to wash his hands before he worked in the yard took a nap.

Thanks to a billing glitch by the for profit utility that provides The PC's water, there is no water here.

So, I had to deliver a cash payment to the water company's office, two cities away.

A pain in the ass, to be sure. But, easily taken care of. The Blog's water supply was back on line by 5:00 PM.

Crisis averted.

Relief.

Oh, but the afternoon was still young.

The Blog gets a call from Mrs. Blog's dialysis center.

Thanks to a too high dosage of anti-coagulant, they just can make her stop bleeding.

Another hour later, 911 is called.

                                  * A brief digression*  A dozen paramedics and firemen arrive.
                                     Each one, the totally straight Blog  admits, more handsome
                                     and macho than the next. Mrs. Blog is being rescued by a
                                     fucking beefcake calendar. I mean, really? So cliché,
                                                                                                        *End digression*

Major props to the Torrance, CA FD and EMTs! (You handsome assholes.)

After three hours of effort by staffers of Torrance Memorial Hospital ER to staunch the bleeding, the genius vascular surgeon stops the bleeding with one small suture.

The doc tells Mrs. Blog that she "lost a little blood."

The Blog wonders what the doc's definition of "a little blood" is. Because Mrs. Blog looks like Carrie after the prom.

                                     An actual photo of Mrs. Blog at 10:30 this evening.

"All's well that ends well." said The Bard.

The Blog hates roller coasters. Mrs. Blog loves them.

So, The Blog wonders, "Is life fucking with me? Or, is life giving her the ride of her life?"