biddy v. arby's

oh yeah. it happened again. are you fucking kidding me!?

so, i spent the morning in the walk-in clinic. turns out i have a kidney infection and the beginnings of an upper respiratory infection. YAY ME! i felt like t-total shit and ended up leaving work about 45 minutes early (which was about 3 hours longer than i felt like staying). anyway, after i dropped off a package at UPS for work, i came home, turned the a/c on high and crashed on the couch because i didn't feel like walking 7 more steps to my bedroom.

4 hours later, i woke up, still feeling like shit, but a bit better. and hungry as hell. Friend had called a dozen few times and i called him back to let him know i was still among the living. barely. he had pity on me and brought me supper. why, oh why did i have to crave a french dip!?

this time, instead of MP's couch, I sat on the floor in my living room. i figured if the au jus wasn't sitting in my lap i was totally safe, right? WRONG! i'm halfway through my delicious sandwhich, when all of a sudden, chablis busts through the doggie door (which was blocked by her kennel and a coffee table) and literally leaps over me, landing right on the tip of the au jus container, somehow managing to send it flying directly into my lap.

and yes, it was just as hot as the last time i burned my vuh jay jay. and yes, i proceeded to cuss, cry and strip my lower body as quickly as possible, which, considering my current back situation, was not as fast as i would have liked for it to be.

so, i think i'm gonna sue arby's. oh and i have a dog for sale. actually, she's free. someone take her. please?



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