I’m playing badminton and my stupid doubles partner hits me in the friggin arm resulting in a big bruise and welt … When I yell “NO” because Its going out it doesn’t mean “I’m yelling NO but really mean YES, come and smack me with your racquet, knock me over and lose the point anyway.” Moron.
NB. he does this three more times during the game, but I manage to escape further injury (brain aneuirsm not withstanding).
Then I get home, stub my (little) toe on the door frame… wearing no shoes. I hop through the house swearing in between trying to breath. SO has the nerve to ask “Are you okay?” while staring at Shakira’s breats on TV.
Then put my slippers on… hhmmm…something doesn’t feel right… ow oowww OOWWWWOWWWW.
fuking spider… curled up in my slipper, out for blood. I deserve to get bitten on the foot for that. Yep.
And today It looks like I’m going to lose my job.