This Monday has gone about as well as a Monday could go.
Woke up happily surprised that I wasn't hungover after a Sunday Funday that involved a round of golf with Roger and shots at Lot 6 with Chris.
Then it was the normal roller coaster at work.
Got home and decided I was going to treat myself to some Sweet Tea Vodka, which led to Dance, Dance, Karaoke in the shower. So, as I was singing "Hey There Fancypants" by Ween to my neighbors thru the bathroom window, I farted (I've stated before that this combination will be the death of me) and literally fell out of the shower.
Next thing I know, I have one of our neighbors yelling at me thru the window asking if I'm oh-kay while the other is bursting thru the front door to help me.
Even though I am clearly awake, the 60 something year old man who burst thru the front door is trying to give me mouth to mouth. Have you ever been mouth to mouth with a 60 something year old man not wearing his dentures? Think about that.
Well, now I am as calm as a Hindu cow as I sit in the back of an ambulance, naked, receiving oxygen from the paramedics.
I bet your Monday was better than mine, although one of the paramedics was a sexy and saucy looking redhead who gave me her number.
Oops, I'm high on oxygen and it was my bill, not a phone number. It has the same number of digits.
I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow.
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