I think it’s finally over. I think I may have survived Saturday. But it was a close one…
I broke a lightbulb while cleaning and cut my right hand, my left leg and my chest. Note to self: never clean in shorts and a sports bra.
I couldn’t get my bike off the hooks in the garage and got grease all over myself. Then, because I never had to do it by myself, I couldn’t get my bike rack on my car. I called in reinforcements and Rosie came over to help. We tried to download the instructions from the Thule website but that was of no help. Note to self: lower hooks in garage and take rack to bike shop to have the guys there teach me how to put it on my car.
I overloaded the washing machine and it danced out from the wall. I had to crawl under the hoses, over the washing machine and shimmy it back against the wall. I got grease on the floor from the legs of the washing machine and I think I pulled a muscle in my back. Note to self: No more than 6 towels in a load. Just not worth it.
I somehow managed to get food poisoning or the stomach flu on Saturday night when I was supposed to be at the Moonlight Classic bike ride downtown. I was up until the wee hours of the morning, clutching the toilet and praying for the black cloud of death to just put me out of my misery. And because I can’t throw up without crying, I cried a lot. At some point, as I was sitting on the bathroom floor, Barley came in and curled up next to me. I sat there wishing he had opposable thumbs so he could hold my hair back. There is just nothing worse than having to do it by yourself. Thankfully, had hair elastics close by. Note to self: Don’t ever get food poisoning or the stomach flu again.
I’ve spent most of today holed up in the Hangover Basement and being really bitter that I didn’t even get to enjoy some wicked, wild night that would result in a Sunday in the Hangover Basement.
Wish I had someone to bring me Sprite and Saltines. It would be nice if they would sit and watch movies and play with my hair, but right now, I’d settle for Sprite and Saltines.
9 comments:
I'd deliver some S&S right now if I could!
Um hello? Why didn't you call me to deliver you Sprite and Saltines? You know I would have!
I could Fed Ex you some Sprite and Saltines. Your kind of screwed on the hair thing though.
Aww, Kendra! I'm so sorry! What a horrific Saturday! I know what you mean, I once got so sick, and when I throw up I cry too. I can't tell if it's self-pity, or just a natural reflex! But regardless, being sick and alone sucks. I'm sorry! I hope you're doing better today!
Thomas, you so could not have beat me there. Kendra lives 45 minutes from the airport. I live (and I've timed this) roughly 4 minutes from Kendra. If I hit the lights right, probably less.
Unless you have your Quantum Leaping device perfected. In which case, you win.
Becki - One more reason to move back to Denver - to take care of me! :)
Amber - I would have called but I didn't really even have the energy to pick up the phone. Plus I thought you might be hurting after Saturday's party.
Thomas - thanks for the offer but you've got A's in law school to worry about. :) P.S. Amber's right, you'll never beat her.
Tim - I would have had to have gotten up to answer the door for the Fed Ex guy so that wouldn't have worked. This is why personal delivery is so important...well, that and the hair holding thing.
Marissa- What?! You cry when you throw up too? I would never have guessed that you and I have something in common. That's so unlike us. :)
Aw, if I lived in Denver I would have brought you Sprite and Saltines, and played with your hair and watched movies. I cry when I throw up too. i hate doing it so much. And when there isn't anyone to hold my hair, it makes me even sadder and I cry more. I hope you're feeling better.
Cheryl - you are such a doll! But I promise that if you're ever in Denver, there will be no Saltines and Sprite - there will be partying and playing! :)
Rico - You are such a sweet guy - The One is so lucky!
Thomas - Feeling better today, thanks!
I must admit that I would never bring you s&S, but only because I would be paranoid that you had something contagious. I have a delicate immune system!
I guess I could leave them on the front porch.
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