Worst Weekend Ever

I present the evidence. 

1.   My tyres were slashed by a fuckwit unknown.  So were the tyres of eight of my neighbours.

2.  The technican who put my spare on lost my wheel locking nut thingy, which means that my spare can't actually be taken off now.  He has now replaced it, but I can't get a new tyre until tomorrow.

3.  My spare is a space saver.  My car looks like a pansy.

4.   I walked into the patio door. I have broken both my nose and my glasses, and I have panda eyes.

5.  I was not drunk at the time.  I am now, however :)

Case closed.

Comments

[Silvia]

Oh Sarah, that does sound like the worst weekend ever. Now that's over, enjoy the rest of the year. Hope your recover doesnt take too long. Enjoy the alcohol.

[kross-eyed kitty]

sounds like a terrible weekend! Mine kind of sucked too. I hope that your face recovers quickly, but enjoy soaking up the booze in the meantime. Take care!

[Pez]

Wow - that does sound like a pretty shitty weekend. Hope you are healing nicely and that your spare is replaced soon.

[Kimmer]

At a time like that, large quantities of booze sound perfectly reasonable! Feel better soon!

[Katie]

Have another drink! Sheesh, this only means the week has to get better from there.

[Evil]

Well, you know I don't call myself Evil for nothin', so . . .

I laughed out loud when I read about you walking into the patio door. Now, I did this out of love. I feel badly for you, don't get me wrong, but I also know that this goes along with all things DMouse and her slightly chaotic and accident-prone ways. Heh.

Patio door-meets-face moments have occured here, too. Also, patio screens. All involved feel quite idiotic and I won't name any names.

I would have steam coming from my ears (even moreso than usual) if some fuckwit slashed my tires.

Yes, you've had a crappy, crappy weekend.