So, as you may have surmised from my extended silence, life has not been exactly peachy keen at Boom Boom's house. But then, the way my life has been going for the past several years, I guess it's not all that surprising. It seems the term SNAFU was created just for me. The WWII acronym for Situation Normal: All Fucked Up describes my life perfectly.
Take last Sunday, for example. Late in the day I decided it was time to do some laundry to prepare for the week ahead. However, I wasn't counting on encountering the water that seeped into the basement after the afternoon deluge. Situation Normal. I figured I'd simply mop things up and go on with my task. Things were going well until I slipped in the water and wrenched my back. Severe pain. All fucked up.
But, having just gone to the chiropractor, I actually remembered the exercises to get my herniated disc back where it's supposed to be. All I needed was a glass of wine and some ibuprofen to get back on track. Plus an ice pack thrown in for good measure. Situation normal. With all necessary medical equipment in hand I settled into my recliner. Only to spill the glass of wine all over the end table. Wine everywhere. Puppy frantically trying to lap up wine and my back too stiff to reach something to mop up wine. All fucked up.
But wait... all was not lost... I noticed tissues next to chair. Situation normal. As I began throwing tissues on wine dripping off table, the puppy saw them as extra bonus treat. Puppy began chewing on wine-soaked tissues. All fucked up.
And so began another week in the exciting life of Boom Boom.
Yeah, SNAFU is a pretty apt description of my life these days. *sigh*
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