You Just Can't Make This Crap Up

I had one of those days.  One of those days in which you relay to your friend what happened, and they shake their head at me and say, "only you."

Yes, crazy things happen to me all the time.

Full on, I can't make this up, crazy crap.

All
the
time

If someone would strap on a camera and follow me around, I guarantee it would be entertaining.  (And not because I'm so flipping hysterical and charming.)

Take today for example: it was the first day back after summer break.  Normally this is a nutty day to begin with.  But imagine my surprise when I husband tells me there's a fire call at my building two seconds before I am to leave.  To most that would be the highlight of their day.  Fire trucks at your building are always cool as long as there's no fire.  Ok, a little fire would be alright too, as long as no one is hurt and nothing is really damaged.  Pretty exciting, right?  Probably the most exciting thing of the day, right?

Nope, my day went right downhill from there.

Next, I realized I forgot my lunch.  Again, no biggie, but it still stinks.  (Never fear, though, my wonderful husband dropped it off to me at work before he ran to his job.)

Then comes the crap I can't make up.  I was walking down the hall and BOOM. I'm on my face, hand, knees and pretty much splatted on the floor.  My shoe slipped out from under me.  Next thing I know I have a golf ball sized knot on my right foot and it's not in good shape.  I had to leave work to get it checked out.

BUSTED FOOT!!

Check out the lump

Oh, and PS - yesterday was my birthday.

See I can't make this crap up.

This kind of stuff happens to me constantly.  I can't be the only one that this stuff happens to, can I?