Subject: Doors, vomit, and fingers.
So yesterday was a fun day.
My friend (actually cousin, by a strange coincidence and stumbling upon) was in the "truck lane" yesterday... and a wide load truck came through and ripped the door off of his booth!! Meanwhile, my other friend (real friend, no relations here) calls in to the senior toll collector and says he's not feeling well, so he comes in the building and throws up. (Later, he consumed a family-sized portion of meatloaf and felt fine... boys are STRANGE creatures!) In the midst of that, my reciept machine broke, and since the truck lane was down, they all came to my lane... and truckers always want reciepts. If you remember me saying, my reciept machine was broken. Sooo... in the attempt to fix it (picture Steve, Marty and I in a tiny ass booth for 20 minutes or so) I hopped in and just as I was giving up, the top of the machine slammed down... with my pinky finger still inside. There's a cut and a bruise and even after a day it still doesn't bend so well... and let me tell ya, the metal and blue-foam splint is a REAL fashion statement. It's actually getting very comfy, especially since bending my finger is not.
The weekend is going to ROCK. Trish and I are getting girly on Friday morning, and then Friday afternoon we are heading up to New York for Ian's wedding. The weekend has PROMISE. It's going to be great. It IS going to be great... no choices there!!!
So yesterday was a fun day.
My friend (actually cousin, by a strange coincidence and stumbling upon) was in the "truck lane" yesterday... and a wide load truck came through and ripped the door off of his booth!! Meanwhile, my other friend (real friend, no relations here) calls in to the senior toll collector and says he's not feeling well, so he comes in the building and throws up. (Later, he consumed a family-sized portion of meatloaf and felt fine... boys are STRANGE creatures!) In the midst of that, my reciept machine broke, and since the truck lane was down, they all came to my lane... and truckers always want reciepts. If you remember me saying, my reciept machine was broken. Sooo... in the attempt to fix it (picture Steve, Marty and I in a tiny ass booth for 20 minutes or so) I hopped in and just as I was giving up, the top of the machine slammed down... with my pinky finger still inside. There's a cut and a bruise and even after a day it still doesn't bend so well... and let me tell ya, the metal and blue-foam splint is a REAL fashion statement. It's actually getting very comfy, especially since bending my finger is not.
The weekend is going to ROCK. Trish and I are getting girly on Friday morning, and then Friday afternoon we are heading up to New York for Ian's wedding. The weekend has PROMISE. It's going to be great. It IS going to be great... no choices there!!!
