Alexander may think he had it tough but I win for the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It started off really nice. Gorgeous morning, great workout with my cute personal trainer, nice drive out into the psuedo-country to put a sign out for my new listing. It got ugly only after I walked through a pricker vine while snapping photos of my lot (it being uncleared and all woodsy). I then bled all over myself on the way back to the truck.
I looked a wee bit serial killer-ish. But no, that wasn’t really what made it bad. While bleeding in my car, having to wipe blood all over my cute capri jeans since I had no tissues or towel, I decided to jump out at the subdivision’s entrance to snap a photo of the entry sign. I’m super agent remember?! And I accidentally lock myself out of the truck…while it was running…with my iPod blaring Nine Inch Nails…and my phone inside…and did I mention I was bleeding still?
I then tried to Macgyver my way into the cab of the truck via the camper shell. No luck. So I had to kick in the frickin’ window. Not a major problem except now there is glass all over the cab of the truck, and in EVERY nook and cranny, including my CD player. I thought it was safety glass and fairly harmless. Oh not so! It’s glass shards and giblets everywhere!
I can get into the truck now but I’m not entirely sure I want to! I try to flick the glass out of the way with the side of a CD case-did an OK job, enough to let me sit in the truck so I can drive over to the car wash to vacuum the glass up.
But not before puncturing my hands and forearms with glass shards and glass powder! Doh! Now I’m bleeding from hands and arms too! I was a sight! I am now wiping blood all over my self not really caring about my formally cute jean capris and adorable top.
I finally make it to the car wash and take care of the glass. Then I find some handy wipes in the glove compartment and try to clean myself off so I’m less frightening to the 4 or 5 people washing their cars (and staring at me very hard). I can hear them now, ‘Dang Billie Joe, who you think that lady killed?’ Yep. That’s me. Serial killer on the loose!
But wait! There’s more! I now have a truck with a large gaping hole where the back window once was and what do I spy on the horizon? Yes! Thunder clouds. The first rain in like 100 days and it comes when I have a hole in my truck. Sigh.
When I get home I have to clean my garage so I can park my truck in it. That was a major undertaking since I haven’t parked in the dang thing since I moved in back in 2004. Egads!
The silver lining in this whole thing is that I have a pretty nice looking garage now.
So I got that going for me!
