An Open Letter To The Powers That Be
Dear Universe,
I'm not quite sure what I've done to make you hate me, but it must have been something, right? Let's rehash the past few months:
1. On vacation, you thought it would be funny to delay our luggage for five days. It wasn't funny. I guess when I look back on it, maybe it was a little. But not really. Dark denim and heavy glasses don't do well in the Caribbean!
2. Just over a month later, somebody stole my pricey and wonderful digital SLR camera. That was the ultimate in sucking. Maybe even worse than what happened yesterday, which we'll get to in a second.
3. Meanwhile, my video camera decided to stop working. That was just wonderful!
4. Oh, yes. YESTERDAY. It started off excellent enough, with a photo I took appearing on the cover of a daily paper. But then I tripped down some stairs and twisted my ankle. BUT DID I? No, in actual fact I BROKE a bone in my FOOT! So now there's me, be-crutched and be-casted, hobbling around like a hobbly joe. Not gonna lie, it stinks. Maybe the cause of injury could have been a bit cooler? Saving a baby in a fire or something?
So, Universe, what's the deal? Could you cut me a break, maybe? I'm being as chipper and sunny as humanly possible through it all so you know...let's forget our differences and call it even?
THANKS.
Cripply yours,
Wendy
I'm not quite sure what I've done to make you hate me, but it must have been something, right? Let's rehash the past few months:
1. On vacation, you thought it would be funny to delay our luggage for five days. It wasn't funny. I guess when I look back on it, maybe it was a little. But not really. Dark denim and heavy glasses don't do well in the Caribbean!
2. Just over a month later, somebody stole my pricey and wonderful digital SLR camera. That was the ultimate in sucking. Maybe even worse than what happened yesterday, which we'll get to in a second.
3. Meanwhile, my video camera decided to stop working. That was just wonderful!
4. Oh, yes. YESTERDAY. It started off excellent enough, with a photo I took appearing on the cover of a daily paper. But then I tripped down some stairs and twisted my ankle. BUT DID I? No, in actual fact I BROKE a bone in my FOOT! So now there's me, be-crutched and be-casted, hobbling around like a hobbly joe. Not gonna lie, it stinks. Maybe the cause of injury could have been a bit cooler? Saving a baby in a fire or something?
So, Universe, what's the deal? Could you cut me a break, maybe? I'm being as chipper and sunny as humanly possible through it all so you know...let's forget our differences and call it even?
THANKS.
Cripply yours,
Wendy