Dude. Seriously. I am the most accident prone person in the world. The whole damn thing. I running my CVS today and it was going ok. I mean it took too long and Larry thought it would be keen to give my 4 new hires (in a crew of 12), but whatever. My shoes were not the ones I usually wear because when I run my stores I get to wear business casual as appose to uniform. So yeah, they ended up getting huge blisters on my feet which promptly burst and then left me with a great little limp for the rest of the day. But wait...there's more...so as I'm finally leaving and heading over to Lowe's for more work shit, an SUV comes tearing ass into the parking lot and runs over my blistered foot. No shit. And all they could think to say was..."Oops! Sorry about that!"
RAGE!!!!! FUCK YOU! You just fucking rolled over my foot! Oops doesn't cover it. So now I'm sitting here with ice on it and its starting to swell. But I don't think its broken. Just bruised real bad and achy. (My toes can still sort of move and its not turning black or anything weird)
As for Ralph and I...well I don't know. He's acting like everything is normal or normalish and I'm letting a lot of shit go. I did talk to him about what was eating me, but I think he just needs some time before we get into some more. I'm not bitchin' out or anything, but death complicates matters. Although he still isn't discussing who died, or what the deal is. I wonder if that's Ralph's idea of a coping mechanism. I still an a little uncertain about us, but the other day we spent all day playing around with each other and that was good. Plus yesterday he spent like 20 minutes tickling me and stuff like that. So I don't know. This is complicated. Oh and he ran out to get me an ace bandage without any assistance. Let me tell you pushing in a clutch with a aching left foot is killer.
Love to my ladies,
Amanda
PS
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY KEVIN!!! (I know its 3 days late...sorry)
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