If you are a current reader of Liz's blog, you will undoubtedly have read the tale of how I nearly broke my toe last night. True story! Admittedly, I did leave the rollerblade in the middle of TinyHouse (TM) rather than putting them away. But really. Why should I be punished like this?
So last night I stub my toe on this rollerblade and I think, "WOW! That really bloody hurt! Perhaps I should be more careful in the future." "Oh, it seems to be settling down now...smarts a bit but I can walk this off." And indeed I do.
Fast forward to about 4:30 AM when I am awoken as if someone has grabbed ahold of my toe with a pair of vice-grips and is intent upon tearing my toe off of my foot. I hobble to the Lay-Z-Boy and elevate it, all the while calling for Liz to bring me some pain medication - clearly I am NOT going to work today.
So the day began. At 4:30 this morning - I found myself Blackberrying my boss pleading for his help with the out of town guests from home office and decided that today was officially shot.
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This is all true, as well you know. But I'm pretty sure that in addition to the excedrin, I was asked to bring in two blankets because it was "coldy," (I have to admit I gave him that word, so my bad), a glass of water, and a huggy pillow. And could I please close a couple of windows.
I'm not saying he wasn't entitled to all those things, I just want the world to know how generous I can be at 4:30 am. This was part of my justification for calling in sick the next day.
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