Had a great day till this afternoon. This afternoon, I picked up a huge cigar, a big ol' Sherpa that coventrycat86 sent me. (thanks, Bill.) Walked outside, and as I did, I slammed my right ring finger in the door.
Hurt like hell, it did, and I dropped that Sherpa under the porch of my smoking room. Gone.
Left the house to run down to my dad's (about 9 houses down) for some pain pills as my nail started to blacken, and noticed my mailbox was opened. Closed it, and picked up my mail from the street all the way to dad's. Bastard kids. This explains why one or two packages have gone missing (never showed up!)
Called and reported the mail problem and iced my finger up, then realized I'd left the coffee pot running with about a 1/4 inch of coffee in it all day long.
This just is NOT my day.
Hurt like hell, it did, and I dropped that Sherpa under the porch of my smoking room. Gone.
Left the house to run down to my dad's (about 9 houses down) for some pain pills as my nail started to blacken, and noticed my mailbox was opened. Closed it, and picked up my mail from the street all the way to dad's. Bastard kids. This explains why one or two packages have gone missing (never showed up!)
Called and reported the mail problem and iced my finger up, then realized I'd left the coffee pot running with about a 1/4 inch of coffee in it all day long.
This just is NOT my day.