Sunday Morning Church Disservice: Little Boy Blue

It’s going to be a warm, humid Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio today. There’s also a chance of thunderstorms so you could say the atmosphere is a bit unsettled.

My mood yesterday was much the same. It was a pretty crappy day for several reasons. In fact…

As you can see in the picture of me at work, I am like a modern day Little Boy Blue. My clothes are blue and so am I.

Allow me to ‘splain…

I woke up Saturday with a “post-off all day Friday hangover”, and to the fact that since Schmoop is shedding her uterine walls, there will be no sex for several days.

However, Schmoop had gone to the grocery and only spent four dollars more than she intended to and my hangover was already receding.

Schmoop also made a gorgeous, ginormous sandwich for me to take to work.

Things were looking up right? Well…

I got to work, opened up the bag I take with me and had everything I meant to bring except for one thing…

The gorgeous, ginormous sandwich that Schmoop made. Fuck!!

And the masses came to the Beer Mine. Busier than hell and I was hot, sweaty, and hungry, and in need of a smoke.

And then it got better…The phone started ringing while I had a line of cars and the dumb ass caller kept letting it ring.

When I finally answered it, it was some jackass with a funny voice who was trying to call the airport. I hung up.

Still busy, the phone rang again, and after it rang 15 more times I answered it and it was the same guy wanting flight information. I hung up again, and was pissed.

I was still getting cars in and out when once again the phone rang. I answered the phone by saying, “What!!!?”

On the other end of the line? It was the Beer Mine owner, Drive-By Mikey laughing his ass off. He was the one who had been calling “the airport”. Fucker.

And then?

The rains came…

I was slipping and sliding all over the place and one person needed ice.

So, I had to go out in the thunderstorm to get a bag of ice for some chick with a thicker beard than mine.

Now, I was sweaty, hungry, horny, pissed off and soaking wet.

And then? Something happened that completely accelerated my already fragile, pissed off mood.

My son Ryno and his mom showed up but his mom wasn’t driving...someone else was...

See what Ryno is holding in his hand ? That’s his temporary learner’s permit to drive.

Oh Dear God…Kill me now and take me Jeebus!! This just…isn’t…good.

I hope today is better, and I am no longer feeling like Little Boy Blue.

Would someone…anyone…like to come blow Little Boy Blue’s horn and make him feel better?

Amen and Amen…

Working all day at The Beer Mine, so swing by for some cold ones.

Cheers!!