I was a nail biter. I don’t know why, and at that time, I just stopped. No reason for that either, I just didn’t anymore.
The upside is I don’t have bleeding fingers all the time. The downside is, once in a while, I scratch myself until I bleed. Tonight, it was the inside of my left thigh, a stream of pink running down the bathtub drain. very nice. Now my thigh will scab up to my underwear and changing clothes will result in renewed bleeding for a couple of days.
on the way to work- or ANYWHERE, for that matter, has to be the blue-fairy godmother of bad days. So when I saw the gentleman standing on the side of the road this morning, my heart immediately went out to him. I could imagine the phone conversation.
“Hey, yeah, I’m gonna be late. No, my car is on fire. No, I’m not in it. The fire department is putting it out now. What? no, I won’t be able to drive it. I’ll be there when I can.”
Driving by him, I said a prayer that his day improved, somehow, though it was hard to imagine anything worse that could happen, it is not impossible.
And then I saw the car.
I mean, really, he should have known. It said right there, on the side.
“Blazer”
$2 million price tag.
As a father, I can tell you that I understand the parents want to make a big deal out of it, but $2 mil?
I know it’s horrible, but i can just hear Bill saying “I’m finally getting rid of that bucktoothed little troll! finally there’s only one thick thighed estrogen bomb in the house! Now if I could just get someone to take Hilly off my hands! It’s WORTH two mil to have her out of my house!”
