At Least They're Committed

I had kind of a bad day yesterday that started the night before when, after getting hourly updates on my niece’s progress birthin’ the baby, the updates just stopped for no reason and I thought to myself, “Aw, c’mon! Can’t this one thing go as planned for this little girl?” because, of course, it was Lisa, who nothing has ever come easy for, such as when she was on crutches after she and Holly got in a car wreck and less than a week later she got hit by a car while limping across the street, so of course I realized something was amiss and sure enough I found out after a restless night, in which I coughed a lot and I’m not sure why I cough so much in the mornings and at night but I’m thinking it’s some sort of allergies, that the baby had the cord around her neck twice and was in ICU for a while, which is really scary but she’s OK now, but still that was only one thing because I had to get DSII to the doc because he popped a couple brackets on his braces when he was laughing too hard at an episode of “The Office” and that had to be fixed, so as I was trying to get ready for that and work I stepped into the shower and was coughing so bad that I coughed — not puked — up my breakfast smoothie, which was gross but at least it wasn’t messy because I was in the shower, then I subsequently tried to shave my legs but somehow managed to run the razor across my ring fingernail instead and it stung like HELL and it kind of sliced in a wedge and it started gushing pretty well — another good thing that I was in the shower — so I thought maybe it was a good day to take one of my 400 hours of accrued sick time.