I fisking HATE Vista, it sucks, sucks, sucks, ad infinitum.
Yesterday, I was walking to the minivan to go to the paintball field when one of the path stones tipped in the mucky wet sludge we call mud here. It has been the rainiest year on record. My left foot twisted and my right shoe caught in more mud and I fell down HARD on the next paving block hitting my upper shin about 6 inches below the knee. Oh what fun. my arms were full of stuff and I "fall down and go boom" So, now I have an 18 cm wide bruise and 7 cm tall on the front of my leg which sticks out about 1 1/2 cm. Had an ex-ray and no fracture, good news. and oh the joy, because when you have an accident other body parts are involved, so I hurt head to toe and cannot move without Wheee, Fun, pain.
I was unable to sleep til late from pain and missed the guy who showed up with his friends at 8:30 am instead of 11 am, which is All Over our Website!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*grumbles and mutters, why do I even have a bluidy website? Nobody takes a minute to look at it, they just call me at all hours and want me to "tell them all about us" Aargh, $100 a freaking year just to say "Hey, have you Seen our website yet?" to which they reply, "No, I saw the number on the google link and I just thought I would save time and call the number..." mutter, mutter, grumble, grumble Aargh*
So, when I call him to see what is wrong... he hits me with a load of Hot Headed, Very Angry Crap, about "Where Were You?" We went up the road to the other driveway and looked in the windows of that crummy shack, there was a tv on, we even walked all the way around the shack... to which I reply "That Shack is our House" and that "funny looking guy" whom you thought was giving you an odd look, is my husband. He thought you were turning around what with your ATV in the back end of your truck.
So, I am in pain, out $400 US and going to take some blasted pain pills and take a damn nap.
Yes, Pooh, I am whingeing again, but sometimes you have to. Besides, if you were out $400 US due to no real fault of your own and told what a crummy shack you live in, you might be stretched to whinge a bit too. in 7 years I have gotten used to the "crummy shack", but it hurts ones' feelings to be TOLD it is a crummy shack.
Aha! So, Bob's yer uncle... very clever.