I Feel Like a Total Gimp
Okay, so I just finished working eight straight days.
Well, almost. See, yesterday, I was headed through the swinging door at my work,
when a co-worker came at it from the other side.
My toe got jammed under the lower edge of the door. (Ouch!)
Like a trooper, I "shook it off", managing not to say "F***!".
My co-worker apologized profusely, even though I said
"Listen, if it was a car accident, it would have been fifty/fifty."
So I went on my way, and finished out my shift.
When I got home, I took off my shoes first thing, as usual.
I went to walk across the room, and I almost fell down. My foot hurt that bad.
What the hell is it about the feet that causes "little" injuries to turn into
ridiculously painful traumas?
If you are a podiatrist, could you please let me know??
Needless to say, when I got out the door and went to work, I quickly realized that being on my feet just wasn't going to work for me today. I sincerely apologize to all my co-workers for
having to leave on a crazy-busy Friday morning.
Sweeps Week Hangover
No more Desperate Housewives, or Glee.
And Dancing With The Stars ended.
House had its shocking, albeit humorous,
So now what?
Well, tonight, Whale Wars begins its fourth season on Animal Planet.
Mike got me to watch this show shortly after we moved in together last year.
I would say I'm hooked, but that seems a terribly inappropriate pun.
I also really enjoy the Police Women of Broward County (which succeeds Police Women of Dallas and Police Women of Memphis) on TLC.
Last night, I watched the premiere of NY Ink (a spin-off of Miami Ink -
which also spawned the Kat Von D-featured series, LA Ink.)
Ami James returns to New York and opens a new shop
with a new crew. And, believe me, the drama hits you in the face right out of the gate.
Everybody have a great weekend.
I've gotta run. Mike's grilling hamburgers and I have tater tots in the oven.
And Whale Wars is about to begin.
Life is good.