Put in my fourth three and a half hour day working on the spot where I ripped out four evergreen bushes. Got it looking pretty good, just waiting on the Old Hen's elfin fingers to do the greenery. Standing in a hot shower, feeling every year of my age plus a few, back screaming, an ulcer between my lip and gum hurting, and wondering if my fanny is about to pop a 'roid, and Buddha, in his infinite wisdom, decided to take my mind off my woes by brushing a one liter bottle of shampoo that was formerly happily sitting on the gimp bar off and making sure it hit exactly on the spot where my big toenail goes into my toe (cuticle?). Took my mind off of everything else really quick.
Five minutes of Touretts syndrome later, I hobble out of the shower and dry my whining arse off and limp to bed to stretch out. Ten minutes later, it quit throbbing.
Pullet comes past and heads for the shower. She gets done and, as always, tweaks my big toe as she walks by the bed. Yep, the dinged up toe that had just quit throbbing.
Buddha works in mysterious ways.
