Sunday, December 14, 2008

Holy Crap

I'm getting a cold. I have a slight fever and my head hurts a bit. I keep downing Anti-bio, an herbal concoction that burns everything out of ya. So hopefully it won't turn into something bad, but it's wearing me out a bit. Today I sat in church during singing time in Primary (it's so boring, I practically die every Sunday during singing time) thinking about how all I wanted to do was eat a bowl of hot soup and take a nap on the couch curled up under my soft, red Christmas blanket.

Singing time finally ended and I walked out to my car to find that my plans for the afternoon had been crapped on-- literally. My lovely dog, who barks too much when left alone at home, comes to church with us and sits in the car every Sunday. Normally it isn't a problem, but today I was greeted by an intense smell upon opening the car door. I knew what had happened the moment the scent hit my nose. Nicky, who has been eating junk food at Grandma's for 3 days, had diarrhea all over the back of my wagon. Much of it stuck to his back side and he also stepped in it. So not only was it all over the back of the car, but it was also on the seats and the console and, well, everywhere. I was so bloody mad. I have to admit that I lost my temper. I even swore in the church parking lot (so maybe they'll release me from my callings now...).

I drove home and instead of spending the afternoon resting my sick body, I spent 2 1/2 hours scrubbing my car and bathing my dog (which I had just done last night so that I wouldn't have to do it today). I was mad for about 2 of those hours. I thought I had gotten over my cussing problem, but it came back with a vengeance. I told the kids I was sorry for using bad words and they both said they didn't hear me saying any. I guess I was doing it under my breath. Someday I hope to really kick that habit. It's like smoking-- way hard to stop.

Anyway, my day of holy crap (well, it is the Sabbath) was not fun. But my car is very clean now and so is my dog. Sadly, I never did get a nap, but I eventually ate my warm soup. At least the day wasn't a complete loss...

6 comments:

Shawny said...

HOLY CRAP!

Cervantes said...

I had to re-read a part of this. I thought you said that you spent 2 1/2 hours "beating my dog" instead of "bathing my dog!" Hmm.

I am sorry... but they won't release you for swearing under your breath in the parking lot.

To be released what you need to do is have a friend buy you a can of Budweiser. Then when the Home Teachers come by, place said can on the kitchen table... just barely in view. After they leave you can flush the contents and throw out the can.

They won't say anything to you, but you will know their concern has gotten to the bishop when you get the easiest calling and the best home / visiting teachers in the ward! ;-)

Seriously, I hope you were able to get the stink out! DO they make doggie diapers? ;-)

The Terrell Family said...

Sick. That sounds like a lousy way to spend Sunday afternoon.

Cervantes said...

What? No picture?!?!?

Ahem. ;-)

morelightthanburden said...

Loved the story, esp. the title.

BTW: You've been tagged :)

http://laura.davidjmiller.org/?p=901

Yes, I know, I chose you, because I know you have so much time. Geez.

birdeeb said...

Wow I think I would have just traded the car in for another one LOL. That sucks! I think I would have swore too :ox