State of the dawg, mid april in Normal entries
- April 16, 2014, 4:49 p.m.
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Don’t know how to explain the last twenty hour, and if I did I wouldn’t. They were sad and hard in a way so very unlikely it would be statistically more probable to win the lottery. I know that’s used as a measuring stick for statistical probability; ever notice how it’s used for bad things e.g. being hit by lightning, having a clown hooker accidentally affect your mortality with a spoon and a balloon, that sort of thing.
I’d rather win the lottery given my druthers.
I guess I wore it all my face; my daughter was a little shocked by my appearance this morning. She came to take my mom to visit my dad. I might have been a little too grateful, though she was going to do it anyway. Right at the moment you should hit me up for shit you want gratitude for; I’m an easy mark.
It snowed the night before last and most of the day. It’s the middle of April for shit’s sweet and savory sake. Again, one of those things that makes winning the lottery seem like a cake walk; everyone is a winner.
A few days ago I think I broke the two little piggies on my driver’s side foot. Nothing but a thing. Those things have been broken so many times I’d need and couple of hands and feet to count. Also there’s no point in seeing a doctor about a broken toes, unless you want to whine and try to cadge painkillers out of him/her. I have pain killers. I wouldn’t even mention the toes except that it figures; bad shit and good shit doesn’t happen in threes, it happens in one long streak until it’s over. If my broken toes would keep other shit from happening, I’d always have at least one at any given moment.
It makes wearing shoe a bitch, but so what? If it weren’t for the no shirt, no shoes, no service I’d spend most of my time bare foot and not pregnant.
Today the sun is shining and my mom and daughter are off visiting my demented father. As far as I know today will be relative normative.
Be nice to one another.
Nash ⋅ April 16, 2014
The best to you and your tootsies, dawg.
haredawg drools Nash ⋅ April 16, 2014
Thanks. Too much adrenaline to even notice my toes, now that it's slowed down, well, my tootsies thank you and miss Dustin Hoffman.
Deleted user ⋅ April 16, 2014
Be nice to you.
I broke a toe once. They put me in a cast up to my knee. Probably to shut me up.
haredawg drools Deleted user ⋅ April 16, 2014
Yikes! what'd ya do, split it down the middle?
Deleted user haredawg drools ⋅ April 16, 2014
It was just a hairline fracture, too. Not even a real break.
haredawg drools Deleted user ⋅ April 17, 2014
Heh, I had a cast once up to my, um, hips to shut me up, but the suggestion was I was talking out my ass. It takes a rare smart aleck to talk out her knee cap.
haredawg drools ⋅ April 16, 2014
Thank you all both public and private, the toes were a distraction, though true. I think I break them often. If you go see a doctor about about a broken toe the best they do is something like "Oh poor baby, that's terrible, do you want a toostie pop?" and the worst they do, is, casts and shit. Neither are a very good cure. It's really not that bad, and if I hadn't done two of them I might not even had noticed. I have Fred Flintstone feet, it's a wonder I can feel them at all.
Not being cagey about the last 24, but the toes have nothing to do with nothing, except that things were so adrenaline fueled I had forgotten I had busted toes.