Holy #$#@$%@#$ !!!!!
Posted By AmyD. on May 7, 2007
Everyone has their ups and downs, you go through those periods of awesome sex vs. humdrum, those times when everyone gets along vs. the times they hate each other, the times when you literally feel like you have the world on a string vs. the times when you are the bug on the windshield.
We’ve been in one of those periods since April 13th. Why do I know the exact day? Well, that’s the day we chose to get our taxes done, Friday the fucking 13th.
And, good ol’ Uncle Sam bent us over and left the lube at home, my friends.
While there are numerous little things I could list, I think I’ll stick with the biggies for now.
Like last week when Ethan twisted his ankle. At least he was kind enough to draw his version of the events:
Apparently, his intent was to leap onto his friend. But, there was this backpack in his way and he didn’t quite clear it, which wasn’t his fault, the backpack was abnormally large.
The last Friday Maggie managed to get into my desk drawer and pick up a polymer clay carving tool only to trip over something in the floor and end up in the emergency room getting stitches in her face. Her poor, beautiful, little face. Absolutely nothing can compare with having to hold your child while she goes through that, it is without a doubt, one of the most gut wrenching experiences ever.
But, oh no! That isn’t the last of it, either.
On Saturday Mike went over to our old house (as he does a few times a week) to check on things and see how many realtors have come by to show the place. Only this time he walked in and found our dining area window broken and someone had apparently come in and written “white pride” graffiti on the wall. Not all the walls, but the one in the livingroom. You know, the first wall people see when they come in.
That meant replacing the window and painting the wall. Which meant having a window guy come out for an emergency call out.
Butter my damn ass and call me a biscuit!!!!
This brings a whole new meaning to “good run of bad luck.”
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Bwahahahaha! I loved Ethan’s art! And your Maggie emergency inspired my post today, actually.
Holy shit Amy! Things come in three’s so let’s hope that the string of bad luck is over!
Poor Maggie! So close to her eye too! Glad she’s OK!
Holy Shit!! Seriously with the other house?!?
Well, if bad shit comes in three’s you should at least be set for some GOOD luck now, right?
so by all accounts you are done with the bad luck! the good should start soon…
Awww.. That is too bad about your little one, but at least she is doing OK.
I put a pox on the punks who broke into your house and damaged it. Since they were nazis, I put a curse on them to fall in love with women who are half black, half jewish and half arabic – I can’t do fractions. Then they will be outcast and ostracized by all of their aryan friends and maybe, just maybe, they will become human again.
Wow! First glad to hear the little one is doing ok. I agree with the things in threes theory. But I would still carry every good luck charm I could get my hands on.
Poor Maggie. I think it is time for the Doran’s to hang a “gone fishing” sign out and hide for a little while.
Avi Then we’re even because Ethan was inspired by all of your art work.
Jen I hope this is it… much more and I might lose what is left of my marbles!
Miss B Let’s hope that is how it works. I’m getting soooo tired of this.
Bluepaintred keeping my fingers crossed!
ADW BRILLIANT!!!
Wicked H I have a jar of pennies on my desk, will those count?
Crazy Lady Amen!!
Oh geez! Poor baby! And poor you having all that stuff going on! You totally deserve a spa day.
Oh.
My.
God.
Damn, girl! So sorry to hear all that! Hope things are better now…