Monday, September 21, 2009

In A Pickle

I'm in such a pickle! And I don't know where to start! And there are hardly enough exclamation points in my rationing* to express it completely! I've hurt my back! Again! And the Skelaxin ain't doin' shit!** And I'm shooting a corporate coterie Friday and Saturday! And I have a marathon in 13 days!

Pickle.

Pickle doesn't sound all that bad, right? I mean pickles are tasty. I like pickles. The reason I'm only in a pickle, instead of... say... a canned sardine with no zipper, is because The Winder brought us dinner. All the way from Sandy. In traffic. With an 18-month-old in tow. While the vehicle runs on nothing but fumes. Uphill both ways. Without a cell phone. Hiding the car so her parents don't drive by and demand a visit (the parents live blocks away).


*Megan says one should be allowed three exclamation points per day. I agree with her. However... if you don't use all three in one day, can you roll them over to the next and the next? You've heard of Rollover Minutes, can we have Rollover Exclamation Points?

**It's great to be anonymous. Then the corporate people don't know it's truly me that says "shit." I mean seriously. Nobody wants a photographer that says "shit." Photographers don't say that.

3 comments:

Ski Bike Junkie said...

Good luck--hope you get better. Left some recommendations on my blog. Agree that the Skelaxin is worthless.

megan said...

well you succeeded in making me laugh...I almost forgot about the pain you're experiencing...now I have to go and look up "coterie"...nice verbage.

Ashley Thalman said...

I say it!