Why Me?

So... I knew that the last few days were going so well, that something had to happen. I mean, there was cake day, taco day, employee appreciation day, and wound vac day. To many more good days, and it would of threw the world into a tail spin. I think my Saturday has assured that all will remain copacetic for years to come.

It probably happened because I was contemplating being bad. My plan was to call in and NOT go to work at the Big K on Saturday. Now, mind you I have never in my life called in sick when I wasn't sick, nor have I just blown off work. However, my sister was in town, and the cemetery walk was Saturday and I wanted to do both. And since I'm officially quiting the Big K for the time being I figured.... well.... one day won't hurt.

So I toss and turn all night long, trying to devise a plan of calling in. Do I say I'm sick? Should I say the boy is sick? How is this best going to work? It must of really been playing on my psyche because I even dreamt that I went to work to get my schedule, and then realized that it was to late and I was already there to work my shift and I had missed everything anyway.

Finally I grab the phone and call in at 930 in the morning. I wanted to give them enough time to find someone to replace me. So I call and I say... "Hi Nancy, it's me. I'm sorry, but I can't make it in for my shift tonight." To which she replies.... "What shift? When were you coming in?"
"5-9" I say. She replies... "Ummm.... you're not on the schedule. Not today anyway." To which I say.... "ooooooh.... ummm.... ok.... well.... I just wanted you to know that I'm not feeling well anyway. Ok?" Then we both laughed and hung up.

Yeah... see.... I suck at that whole lying thing.

Then I decide to lie around the house until my sister calls and says get ready we're going to the Hut for lunch. So I get up and hop in the shower. (**Now... this is where you may want to stop reading if you have a weak stomach, and an over active imagination.**) I have a routine when I'm home alone and taking a shower. I crank the radio and take my time getting ready. Well, I decided... what the hey, I haven't heard Kid Rock in a while, so I crank my Kid Rock CD and take my shower. I manage to finish by All Summer Long, and then I proceed to wander from the bathroom to the bedroom, sans towel, (Sick, I know) and sing. Finally the song So Hot comes on and I'm singing away. I have foundation in little dots all around my face and I'm singing about how hot I am. ---Hey... don't judge me. I'm single. No one tells me I'm hot, so I have to buy a CD to remind me!-- lol. Anyway right in the middle of my beautiful post shower serenade I hear a very loud pounding on my door. I peek around the corner only to see a truck in the driveway.

I'm thinking at this point that it's very odd that Sarah is here, and why didn't she just walk over from her mother-in-laws, rather than drive 2 houses down. Strange.... So I go for my robe, only at the last minute to think.. naaaa I grab the jammies. So I put on my polka dot jammies and grab a hoodie to throw on over top. Meanwhile my phone is ringing, Kid Rock is still telling me how hot I am and how he wants to get me alone, and my company is still banging on the door. So I open my door, towel on my head, jammies on my body, foundation dotting my face, and who stands before me but...... MY PASTOR! Yup... this is my life kiddies. It was at this point that I was extremely happy that I had bought the edited version of Kid Rocks CD and not the full fledged disc.

**sigh** Only me.... only in my world...... :)