An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Tell Me Again….
…..just WHY did I get out of bed this morning? 
First, I woke up WAY too early. Well, truthfully, I stayed awake WAY too late. I am going to have to blame Chris for that. It IS all HER fault! Really! She’s the one who recommended the book, after all!
Second, after trying to talk to the Mr’s doc for the past few days, he finally called. While I was in the shower. I’m tellin’ ya…they have some sort of secret vision that they just KNOW when you aren’t going to be able to answer the phone!
Third, I made my way over to the hospital and got my super sized, vanilla latte’, with cinnamon. Am I the only person who can manage to get a splinter from a stir stick? Can’t be. sigh… Those teeniney splinters can be quite painful, don’cha know.
Fourth, I manage to make it up to the Mr’s room, just in time to disturb the pharmacist, get in the way of housekeeping, and watch ‘em suck blood out of the Mr’s neck. *chibber* So, after everyone was finally gone, I bent down to pick something up off the floor, and promptly knocked over that still HOT, super sized, vanilla latte’ with the cinnamon sprinkles on top….all over the nice clean floor.
Fifth, after managing not to destroy anything else, or even knock the Mr out of his bed, we both decided it would probably be wise for me to head home before the nasty weather set in. I get to the parking garage….and can’t find my truck. I know I’m on the right level cuz it’s the same level I always park on, but said truck is not in sight. After walking in a huge circle, I see the rear of the truck. I don’t remember parking that FAR from the door.
Sixth, since I was extremely hungry, and McDonald’s (ugh) was on the correct side of the road, I thought a burger would be a good idea. Adding the small fries was not such a good idea, but what the heck. Hungry is hungry. Somehow or another, when I got to the window to pay, I was a tad confused. That’s an awful lot to pay for a burger and small fries. I look at the receipt, and lo and behold, the young lady had doubled my order. So, while she got the manager to fix the problem, cars were piling up behind me. sigh… I finally got my correct change, and my correct order, and managed to pull out of the drive without getting hit. Yay me!
Seventh, somehow, I managed to drive the rest of the way home, without any mishaps or severe damage being done to myself, or those around me. Which is truly surprising since every single dark colored vehicle on the road was sans headlights. Gray day….dark vehicle….turn yer flippin’ lights one! However, once I got into the garage, turned off the truck, took all the stuff out of said truck, I failed to remember how my day had been going so far, and attempted to lug everything in the house, in one trip. Do you know that jamming previously wounded (splinter) pinkie finger hurts? Yep…sure does! Good thing I don’t really use it a great deal, but just enough to remember how great my day has been….so far. And all this….before 1:00.
I am now happily ensconced in my recliner….TRYING to get that dadburn splinter out! And praying I don’t trip over a cat, or my own feet, or something equally bizarre happens, at some point during the rest of the day.
On the bright side….the Mr is making progress, and doesn’t need me hovering around. He said so. 
And considering the catastrophe I was while up there, I can surely understand him wanting some peace. Heh.
Scary thing is, I can totally picture the whole scenario! LMAO!!! Glad ya made it home safe & sound – now DON’T MOVE!!!
Oh trust me! That’s the last thing I wanna do right now. LOL Ya should have seen me fly across the room trying to catch the phone. Ran smack dab into the counter! sigh…
Accepting the heretofore unfathomable notion of living in a parallel universe is tantamount to understanding the frailties of human existence on this here planet…
Let’s just say it’s an enigma wrapped in a sausage burrito served up with some Mickey Dee’s coffee at the most unopportune moment in this somewhat less than glorious life of ours…
Looks like y’all have turned a corner. Best to Mr and you, ya ol’ broad, you…
Uncle Baruch, can you say that again in SOUTHERN english:)
After much contemplation, apparently, sleeping in ones own bed is very good for ones mental health and well being!
Not to mention my own coffee pot with my own choice of coffee!