Oy, good luck. I just got a request to do a funeral tomorrow evening for a girl who died in a car accident.
On the good news side, Patrick said his shift supervisor praised his work last night, and added, “I don’t usually say things like this to a new employee.”
Well. This is the news in my neck of the woods:
Favorite Son went to head out for the day’s handyman job and found both tires on the passenger side flat.
Favorite Daughter woke up at 0430 and complained loudly and long.
Their Favorite Ma, on the other hand, heard and enormous “WHOMP!” while gathering up her things (doctor’s orders, sunglasses, phone) and by the time she got out to SR 9 (1-1/2 short blocks) she was met with police vehicles with all lights going. As she went to make the right turn (following the signals of officers on the scene) she saw a small white car with 3/4 of the hood squashed into the pavement, and a very large delivery truck pulled over to the curb.
To quote my Favorite Son’s caption under the pic of the flat tires on my FB feed, “Is this Monday?”
And of course, my right leg is now hurting, even though there were only three images taken.
The really strange thing is that, even though I’ve been to this lab at least three times since I moved here, and the orders were under my current name, the gal had to have multiple types of ID verification because, according to her, my last name in the computer was my married name, which hasn’t been used since 1989, when my maiden name was legally restored to me by the judge in St George!!
Two Mondays this week.
As my mother would say about Patrick, “There ain’t no flies on that kid!”
Obviously, Patrick is exceptional!