April 18, 2011

When It Rains It Pours

You know the saying, "When it rains it pours"? Well sometimes that's so true and horrible that it just has to be hilarious.

In the last 4 or 5 days following the death of my grandmother, which is already sad enough, the following things have happened to several different members of my family:

1) A full upper-lip bruise that very closely resembles a mustache due to a fallen-box-on-face incident - Who doesn't want that when they are greeting 200 people who have come to pay their respects to your deceased mother?

2) Appendicitis and an emergency appendectomy.

3) A stress-related fever blister - also upper lip, also great for greeting over 200 people.

4) Flat tire

5) A still unexplained scare with the fire department

6) Wet pants - this one was a 2 year old so that's more natural, but still, no one likes to pee in their pants!

As for me, I'm just fine. I drove 16 hours in 3 days with a cold so runny I don't think my nose will ever be the same, but I really can't complain compared to the other random catastrophes that befell the rest of my family.

Long story short: I'm back. I do NOT like funerals. And I want the 2 layers of skin around my nose back.

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