if you don't hear from me again i've gone on to the good Lord.
If this weekend and this morning is indicative of how the rest of the week is going to be, I may go ahead and call in dead.
It all started with my wife's message about her
check engine light coming on ( her car is about to give up the ghost, I was just hoping it would wait until she graduated college). Monday morning, just another week starting out fresh with it's new issues, I thought to myself. Brush it off.
So I am leaving, I start my truck and get out to take the garbage to the road, when this guy walks up out of no where. He is scraggly looking and asks if I have a phone he can use since he ran out of gas.
I told him no and included that I didn't have any money on me, since I was a little later than usual leaving this morning and he looked suspicious. So, of course, he asks if I can drop him off down the road at the house that he's working on.
What could I say? Someone asks for help you take them the extra mile, what the Bible says we are to do. So, we hop in. I move my lunch sack into the floor in case God forbid I have to get to my pistol behind the arm rest. (which would have made for a great draw-down story this morning)
I attempt to put it in drive to pull out, but I'm stuck in the mud there on the side of the house. If I had ANY idea it was going to rain, I wouldn't have parked there since it always gets stuck. But I checked the friggin' forecast before I went to bed - clear and dry!!
Anyhow, so after pulling up a little and easing back in different positions, I finally am able to get free by flooring it through the power poles
(at the edge of the neighbor's yard, which I am going to have to apologize to them for doing later on) and out onto the street. I drop him off down the road, mind you I'm really late now, and pull off to go to work. I reach down to pull my lunch sack back up into the seat, which contains the soup and my book I'm reading, and I find that the soup had tumped and spilled all over the book.
Did I mention that my house was a friggin kennel this weekend, for my wife's friend's dog who proceeded to puke on our carpet, dump on our hardwoods, and piss in our bathroom? Oh, and mortifying embarrasment of screwing up the powerpoint presentation for Sunday church not just one time but for THREE SERVICES in a row, in front of the whole congregation?
Anyhow, if you all don't hear from me again soon, I just wanted to give you the little FYI that it is because
whatever was out to get me - got me.