demmit & morons…

Just when you think things are going smoothly all the planets will get together and align themselves just to remind you that life is a madam and you are her bitch… So I get the phone-call at work on Friday.. you know the one.. “..Hello J’s Mom, Please don’t panic he is fine now…” Blood drains from your body and you are afraid of what you are about to hear next.. “..J had an accident while on his team building exercise and a log rolled onto him and I am afraid his nail has been ripped off of his finger and you will need to collect him and take him to the medical centre..” OMW!! Is that all .. no problem this is no problem ..really.. why the hell do I feel this sense of wanting to rip someones head off then? Got to...