Today did not start out on a good note. I got about 4-5 hours of sleep thanks to the massive storms we had last night. Well really it was like one storm because it felt like it never quit. Half the town is flooded, its really kind of freaky. More about that in a minute.
So I was without a good nights sleep but functioning this morning. Until I walked into my kitchen to make my carnation breakfast blend to take with me to work. (I prefer the rich milk chocolate version in case you are wondering) I walked by my fridge and before I knew what was happening my feet were in the air and I was falling. I tried to grab a hold of a chair from the table to stop my fall, but I only succeeded in stabbing myself with the leg of the chair.
No bueno.
My first thoughts as I laid on the floor were as follows.
1. My skirt had better not be ripped or soaked with this water that I'm laying in, I do not have time to change.
2. I had better not have broken anything because I do not have time to go to the hospital.
Luckily my skirt was only half wet so I decided it was staying on, and I did not break anything. However right now it seriously hurts. Very sore and I'm pretty sure my left thigh is all of the colors of the rainbow!!
So I hobbled off to my truck whimpering all the way. Luckily I did not get chased by my neighbors dog this morning like I did Monday am.
I attempted to make my way to work. Slight problem. The road was flooded. As in flooded so badly there are policemen with flashing lights directing traffic and having people back up.
Fabulous.
So pulled a u-ey and turned around and tried another road. Got a little ways down the second road only to see a familiar sight. Water. Police car. Flashing lights. CRAP!
Another U-ey was pulled and I turned back around wondering exactly how I was supposed to get to work and if God was trying to tell me to stay home. I decided if God wanted me to stay home he'd have to tell my Boss. :) So I struck out on road number three and luckily made it JUST PAST another blockage. Lovely.
I pulled into work at 8:58 and I was exhausted.
Thankfully that was the last of my injuries and stress for the day. But I did whine for a bit about my poor thigh.
So the moral to this story is... I hate water. in all forms. the end.
So I was without a good nights sleep but functioning this morning. Until I walked into my kitchen to make my carnation breakfast blend to take with me to work. (I prefer the rich milk chocolate version in case you are wondering) I walked by my fridge and before I knew what was happening my feet were in the air and I was falling. I tried to grab a hold of a chair from the table to stop my fall, but I only succeeded in stabbing myself with the leg of the chair.
No bueno.
My first thoughts as I laid on the floor were as follows.
1. My skirt had better not be ripped or soaked with this water that I'm laying in, I do not have time to change.
2. I had better not have broken anything because I do not have time to go to the hospital.
Luckily my skirt was only half wet so I decided it was staying on, and I did not break anything. However right now it seriously hurts. Very sore and I'm pretty sure my left thigh is all of the colors of the rainbow!!
So I hobbled off to my truck whimpering all the way. Luckily I did not get chased by my neighbors dog this morning like I did Monday am.
I attempted to make my way to work. Slight problem. The road was flooded. As in flooded so badly there are policemen with flashing lights directing traffic and having people back up.
Fabulous.
So pulled a u-ey and turned around and tried another road. Got a little ways down the second road only to see a familiar sight. Water. Police car. Flashing lights. CRAP!
Another U-ey was pulled and I turned back around wondering exactly how I was supposed to get to work and if God was trying to tell me to stay home. I decided if God wanted me to stay home he'd have to tell my Boss. :) So I struck out on road number three and luckily made it JUST PAST another blockage. Lovely.
I pulled into work at 8:58 and I was exhausted.
Thankfully that was the last of my injuries and stress for the day. But I did whine for a bit about my poor thigh.
So the moral to this story is... I hate water. in all forms. the end.
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