Oh Happy Day
Today is my birthday.
I received one broken tooth. I was eating salad for god's sake, when a quarter of my wisdom tooth fell out. I hate dentists and I hate anything near my teeth. Now I'm torturing myself with the possibility that I might have to have one pulled out and that the occasional gurning I have done over the last couple of years has caused my affliction. NOT happy.
Later I dropped J off at a cafe to meet his parents. When I reversed out, still unhappy about my tooth, I reversed into a car behind me. I was confused by the two silver cars behind me and thought there was only one. I am mortified. I have never in my 16 years of driving hit another car, not even a nudge. I got out to see if i had caused any damage and couldn't see anything. I intended to do the right thing and leave a note if necessary. J came over and told me to leave before people got suspicious and so I did. I still felt bad. Ten minutes later he calls me to see if I'm alright. I say I am, but he proceeds to lecture me on the way I stood around checking the car out. Apparently the people at the table nearby wrote down my license number, and I made it all worse by standing there too long. Thank-you for that supportive lecture, I now feel 100 times worse, I still have a broken tooth and I'm waiting for a nasty phone call from the police about some expensive damage that I couldn't see.
Now I'm watching Carnivale and it suits my mood perfectly.
I received one broken tooth. I was eating salad for god's sake, when a quarter of my wisdom tooth fell out. I hate dentists and I hate anything near my teeth. Now I'm torturing myself with the possibility that I might have to have one pulled out and that the occasional gurning I have done over the last couple of years has caused my affliction. NOT happy.
Later I dropped J off at a cafe to meet his parents. When I reversed out, still unhappy about my tooth, I reversed into a car behind me. I was confused by the two silver cars behind me and thought there was only one. I am mortified. I have never in my 16 years of driving hit another car, not even a nudge. I got out to see if i had caused any damage and couldn't see anything. I intended to do the right thing and leave a note if necessary. J came over and told me to leave before people got suspicious and so I did. I still felt bad. Ten minutes later he calls me to see if I'm alright. I say I am, but he proceeds to lecture me on the way I stood around checking the car out. Apparently the people at the table nearby wrote down my license number, and I made it all worse by standing there too long. Thank-you for that supportive lecture, I now feel 100 times worse, I still have a broken tooth and I'm waiting for a nasty phone call from the police about some expensive damage that I couldn't see.
Now I'm watching Carnivale and it suits my mood perfectly.