This is the Kind of Year I Have Had

 

Not half an hour after writing the previous post, I managed, in a moment of sheer stupidity, to cut the tip off my left middle finger.  It was 75 degrees in Corn Country today, and I wanted to plant my mums while the ground was still soft.  In cutting off the plastic holding the plants in their perfectly round, unnatural state, I caught the skin, which proceeded to bleed so much I had to call B and tell him I was going to the emergency room in case he came home, saw the blood, and assumed I had been hacked to death by cultists and carried off into the night.

This about sums up everything that's happened this year: the tornado, the IVF situation, the idiot construction workers, the money that's drained out of our bank account for all the above, and the stressful release of the book, which is a rant for another day.  I'm feeling about all used up.

This post took me 45 minutes to type one-handed.  Now I'm exhausted and going to bed.

Comments

[Margaret]

Oh sweetie, that SUCKS. Damn. I really hope next year is like a total 180 for you!

[churlita]

I am so sorry. Doesn't it feel like the worst year ever? Except for the elections, I will be so happy to see the end of this year.

If it's any concession, you look so punk rock with that finger bandaged.

[Motel Manager]

That SUCKS! I hope that the universe realizes it owes you spades and spades of good luck ASAP.

[tlb]

Can you still be punk rock if you cut yourself gardening?

I so hate typing one-handed.

[churlita]

Absolutely. You just have to pretend like you don't really care about your gardening and wear an old Misfits t-shirt while you're doing it.

[Adorable Girlfriend]

You can totally still punk rock!

Geesh, TLB it's been a bad year. The upside is that we won the house and the senate last week and you have a wonderful husband and family. That counts for a lot!!