I dropped a steak knife on my big toe today. It sliced right through the toenail and stuck into me and I bled onto the floor. It hurt so much that I didn't feel anything at all for a solid minute. And then I felt it.
I still feel it.
It happened right before I went to the grocery store and realized (after all of my food was rung up and bagged) that my debit card was not in my wallet. Which would've been fine except that Sobeys has this rule that you can't take the food out of the store without paying for it first.
I thought to myself: I need a nap. I will nap when Sullivan naps this afternoon.
And Sullivan thought to himself: I'm not going to take a nap this afternoon.
I still feel it.
It happened right before I went to the grocery store and realized (after all of my food was rung up and bagged) that my debit card was not in my wallet. Which would've been fine except that Sobeys has this rule that you can't take the food out of the store without paying for it first.
I thought to myself: I need a nap. I will nap when Sullivan naps this afternoon.
And Sullivan thought to himself: I'm not going to take a nap this afternoon.
This is most likely what they meant when they said that when it rains it pours. And, hey, that just so happens to be the perfect metaphor for today because on my way from the grocery store to the car, the skies opened up and drenched me with the fury of a thousand Super Soaker water guns.
I know it's only 8:45 pm, but I'm going to crawl into bed, watch the entire first season of Family Matters and eat cookies.