I have my first stye-in-the-eye. I have done everything that has been suggested to have it run its course to no avail. People actually cringe when they look at me. Each and every student I worked with shared their opinions (I didn't even know that a fifth grader knew the word putrid) Now I know the true meaning of "eyesore". In addition, my dog ate two fifty dollar bills the other night. Recovery operations are underway. Trust me, you don't want the details.On top of that, my son's friend backed into my car leaving a nasty mark. The final payment on the vehicle had just been made. I'm hoping my life turns around this weekend. The health department stopped by with a friendly reminder that it is unacceptable to dwell in squalor. Just kidding about the last thing, but a clean-up campaign is desperately needed.
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November 02, 2007
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I simply can't believe the dog bit! My mouth is agape! AGAPE! I can't imagine what they'll look like when you....recover (uncover?) them.
Posted by: Jenna Z | November 02, 2007 at 10:01 PM
I know I shouldn't laugh at your series of misfortunes, but I can't help it!!!! I do not even want to think about the dog part!!
Posted by: Laura | November 02, 2007 at 10:29 PM
Oh, bless your heart!!! I had to laugh through your post, which I am so sorry for, becuase it was at your expense. So, I am wishing you much better days!
Leigh
Posted by: Love Leigh Things | November 03, 2007 at 01:48 AM
Thank goodness those bills are cloth, not paper. Please do not tell me where you plan on washing up. And, whose wallet gets them when the dog is finished with them?
Posted by: Rebecca | November 03, 2007 at 04:45 PM
Ha! I had to find this one again...I can't help it...it was bad for you, but fun for your readers!
Posted by: laura | June 12, 2010 at 09:48 PM