Okay...things are going GREAT. I've got work all under control, got the family situation going great, surgery is going as planned...got a day off in the middle of the week, went baja out in the desert with brotherman with his new vehicle (pictures later) and ... then...
(insert Cartman saying "GOD DAMMIT!" here)
Leave it to ME to crack my foot, running around the golf course with the dog, trying to catch some random fireworks. That'll teach me.
NEAT-O! ... and ... just ... DAYAM, MAN!
Funny, too, that same scenario was on South Park last night.
That's the LAST time I wish for whirrled peas...thank GOD I had a bag of 'em in the freezer. They really take care of a baseball lookin' foot! Son of a BITCH, man. I didn't go to Urgent Care or anything. I think (HOPE) this dang thing is just sprained. It was swollen like a motherfucker and bruised, but I kept it up all night and now it looks almost normal, just hurts like hell to put weight on it.
I just gotta LAUGH my ASS off. If I don't get a VIP pass to the pearly gates, I'm gonna be ONE pissed off bitch. Either that, or Satan gets a vacation, and the world is in serious trouble.
HAPPY HNT, kiddos!