Monday, November 21, 2011

turkeys are coming

What did you do between the hours of 11:30pm on Saturday and 6:30am on Sunday? Jared and I had quite the adventures. We spent the evening in five points and parked the lovely jeep behind Surin. We returned to see our car being towed away. Jared chased down the men and for a mere $285 we were able to get our car back. Apparently, there is one lot that is private and one lot that is not and we choose the wrong one. Our friend's truck was already gone. A parking ticket is only $25. How I wished we had simply let a meter expire. Alas, we paid a huge fee for nothing much at all. I don't the doctor's office had any patients at that hour seeing as the lot was quite empty and the tow lot quite full. We returned home and got in bed. In the middle of the night I went to the bathroom and nailed my toe on the bathroom scale. We usually keep the scale in the bathtub because it's out of the way and we rarely use the bathtub. However, I moved the scale this morning (you may remember I mentioned a relaxing morning including a bath) and put it right in the way. My toe is now twice its normal size and turning a lovely purply-black color. Jared then headed to the bathroom with some kind of stomach issue from the sushi he ate at Surin. Scout then returned from the outhouse and hopped on the bed. There was a horrific smell and we discovered that she had not quite, ahem, gotten herself cleaned off. This resulted in changing the blankets and Jared holding a very unhappy puppy while I took scissors to her rearend fur. All in all, it was a terrific night and one for the book of "what can you do but laugh?"

Tonight, I am thankful for a beautiful sunset. I am thankful for parents who committed for better or worse, sickness and health and are proving those vows once again as dad is sick. I am thankful for an easy marriage. I am thankful for enough money in savings to get us out of $285 mishaps. I am thankful for the message I got this morning from a former patient's mother letting me know that her son (who left treatment about a year ago) is still sober and how grateful she is to have her son back. I am thankful that the world keeps turning and I'm not as important as I want to think I am sometimes. I am thankful.

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