Mi Vida Freakin Loca
The other day I wasn’t feeling well. I had a doctor’s appointment. I had just taken a shower and was drying off and the phone rang. I had missed work the night before with illness and I had a feeling it was work calling to see if I was coming in that night. If I don’t answer their calls quickly, they will call again. And again. And again. It’s easier to just answer and deal with it.
But I couldn’t find the phone and I was still drying, which meant I was without clothing, just my soggy towel. I ran downstairs and found the missing phone and sat down to make the obligatory call to work and told them I assumed if I wasn’t dead that yes, I would be there that night. I told them I had to go because I was getting ready for the doctor’s appointment I had.
Well, about that time more chaos ensues in my house. Now remember, I am still sitting there with my soggy towel. All of a sudden I hear what I call Leaf Blower Man outside. He is very close. Like right outside my damned window close! My cat loves to check Leaf Blower Man out to see what craziness he is up to daily. Turns out he was on my back patio blowing damned leaves like a damned tornado AT my sliding glass door. This creates a frenzy for my neurotic cat. She then tries to attack the leaves through the glass. She almost gave herself a damned concussion because she popped the door so hard. And she did it more than once. I don’t know if he was doing it as a game or if he was totally freaking oblivious. All I know is she is jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean and the blinds are swinging at a precarious and frenetic rate and I’m sitting there in only a soggy towel. It wasn’t a pretty site and my anxiety level was through the roof. What if she knocked the blinds down? OMG this was embarrassment waiting to happen!
I sat there praying God would either make her realize hitting the glass wasn’t working, knock her out, or she would become bored with the whole leaf game. The latter happened. She got bored! The blinds quit swinging. The Leaf Blower Man finally stopped. And I was able to get dressed! It’s a wonder my blood pressure wasn’t through the roof when I went to the doctor but it was fine. And this is mi vida freakin loca!