In the shower with me

I KNOW RIGHT? Racy huh?

Yeah, not so much.

I was just going to tell you that my incredibly bad luck doesn't stop when I'm in the shower. Tonight I cut the crap out of my leg shaving, followed by an incredibly painful run-in with my new Dial Cranberry Soap. I got it in my eyes, and I'm pretty sure most of it is still swimming around, so if you're craving cranberries...you know where to find some.

Yuck. I grossed even myself out with that.

Tonight on the way home from Wal-Fart, I was coming up the Freeway and we were making comments about how the state trooper in front of us crossed over a solid white line to get out of the carpool lane, a big no-no of course. We discovered he did it because they had those orange and white striped barrels of sand laid out with the flashing orange lights closing the carpool lane.

WHILE WE WERE TALKING ABOUT IT, all of a sudden my lane is closed out with those things nearly sending me careening into a Mercedes SUV. YIIIIIIIKES. I totally almost wet my pants.

So I get home, white knuckling it the rest of the way, thinking a nice hot shower would relax me, and I come out of the shower MORE stressed and with blood gushing down my leg and soap stinging my eyes.

I'm so going to hide under the blankets now.