It's been a stressful day, but slowly improving.
The BF wrecked his truck this morning. Or rather, someone wrecked it for him. Here's how my conversation went at 5:00 a.m. today.
BF: I need you to come get me. I've been in a wreck.
ME: Ok, you're on your way over? I'll see you in a minute.
BF: No, I need you to pick me up. I've been in a wreck.
ME: You saw a wreck? Oh no, was anyone hurt? Are you in front of my house?
BF: NO!!!! Get out of bed and come get me. I, ME, MYSELF, have been in a wreck!
...and so the panic attack ensues. The other guy ran a red light and t-boned his new-but-slightly-used truck that he's had for a grand total of 2 weeks. He was fine, but a little shaken. More mad than anything else. But can you guess what his biggest concern was for the day???
"How am i going to haul the boat to the beach today?"Not, thank goodness I'm alive. Not, oh no what am I going to do without a truck for a while. But how am I going to take the boat to the beach to fish. Such a boy!
So, I've been up and going since 5:00 a.m. (which I know for a lot of people is normal), but now I'm feeling a little loopy. I've had the swagger wagon song stuck in my head all day. Really. I can't stop singing it.