five thousand shades of blue
Friday, December 15, 2000
Well, after posting that little bit of morbidity, the final straw took the form of being sprayed on my shins and feet with the remains of an empty can of whipped cream that had decided to poke through the garbage bag I was attempting to take out to the trash dumpster. I started to cry.
You should be relieved to hear that retelling this little tale this morning is making me laugh. Looking back on yesterday is like watching a bad John Hughes movie compared to what some people have to go through, like
this gentleman, who surely did not have jumping off of a bridge into the Columbia River to escape being hit by a skidding, out-of-control car on
his agenda for yesterday (all this
after being involved in a multi-car pileup on the bridge).
It's all a matter of perspective, I guess. (Amazingly, this poor fellow lived.)
And hey, today's Friday. Can't be all bad.
is
this just not enough…?
