OK…which one of you did I piss off enough to have a hex put on me?

This past week has had it’s ups but more than my share of downs. First off, I had to practically beg to drive up to San Jose on my own for the bridal shower for Kim. I drive up there with no problems, and in record time I might add (this was one of the positive things in my week but keep reading). While driving back to my sister’s house after the bridal shower, I get rear-ended….in the TL! So I’ve had to go to the doctor for back pain (thank you for the Motrin and muscle relaxers) and deal with the insurance companies and auto body shop. I’m driving a Honda Civic right now…which doesn’t have very much horse power.

On three seperate occasions I pulled something out of the pantry only to have a bottle of something fall out and break on the kitchen floor. This includes a bottle of Cabernet and a huge bottle of Tapatio hot sauce that fell all over my Crate & Barrel blue rug and ruined it.

Then Joe and I decided to get rid of some of our stuff by joining in the neighborhood garage sale organized by the local realtor. On Friday night we were going through some of the boxes in the garage to determine what we could get rid of and kind of clean up a bit. I started to push what I thought was a tall box but ended up being two boxes stacked on one another…and I obviously thought it was going to be heavy because I practically put all of my weight into it. That’s when I fell and now I think my right hand ring finger may be broken. I’ll have to go back into the doctors to get it checked out.

At this rate I should be dead by Wednesday. I suggest that you don’t stand too close to me until then…