Back in December I accidentally ran over Evil James’ father’s foot as he was getting out of my car. He seemed to be okay, but was in quite a bit of pain for a while. Since then ALL of my luck has been bad.
If I believed in curses, I’d say I was cursed by this incident. First, I break 2 toes in February after a bizarre wood chopping accident, and now my back gives out. Yes, still hurting like heck.
I half think that if it was a curse, it’s not going to give up until I’m using a walker and have identical injuries to Evil James’ dad. It’ll probably make me grow a big mustache too just to make me look like him.
Hey, stranger things have happened.
Oh well, we had 6 inches of snow yesterday, thankfully melting, and my back gave me an excuse not to go out and shovel. I guess that’s one blessing from all of this.
My e-mail should be back up tonight. Cross your fingers.
k9