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A Bad Night, But a Good Morning
The cost of two tickets to the blues legend, B.B. King: $140
The cost of accidentally flushing your car keys down the toilet: $0 and wounded pride.
The cost of calling a tow truck to pry open your car to fish out your wallet, phone and jacket: $48.00
The cost of having to listen to best friend, the Piano Man, laugh his ass off at your expense: $0 and wounded pride.
The cost of having to phone husband (long distance) and explain said dumbass move: $2.00
The cost of replacement keys and clicker: $121.00
The cost of sleeping on Piano Man’s couch because I was stranded: Never ending backpain.
The cost of waking up and prodding the Piano Man’s lazy ass out of bed to make me coffee: Totally worth being called a pain in his ass.
The cost of walking outside to find my car in Piano Man’s driveway with a new set of keys: Priceless
The cost of having a husband drive five hours and missing his sleep to fix my fuck-up and bring the Piano Man and I breakfast: Invaluable and worth every blowjob I could ever offer.
The cost of fixing the Piano Man’s kitchen faucet which has been broken for a year and a half: $0, five minutes of time and a genius husband.
That’s right, I accidentally flushed my keys down the toilet at the concert, suffered the indignities of having to admit said dumbass move, pay a tow truck driver to break into my own car, sleep on the Piano Man’s lumpy couch, only to wake up to find my problem solved, my beautiful husband at the door with coffee and bagels in hand and to top it all off, after driving all night to surprise me, he plays PLUMBER GOD and fixes the Piano Man’s sink.
A husband like this: Worth it’s weight in gold.
I must go now. Somebody has earned a special treat…
Special thanks CrankMama to for nominating this post for a ROFL award. Need a giggle? Check out the other winners over here or here.
I heart you all.
Updated: I just realized that Ali at Cheaper than Therapy nominated the same post for the same award. Damn, I must be sick to have overlooked something like that. My sincerest apologies for overlooking that. Go on over and spread some love. She’s part Canuck which means we’re soul sistahs.
I heart you too, Ali.
May 4th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
LOL! Sounds like the time I almost flushed my pager down the toilet. I went in after it though…and got the sucker.
Boo ROCKS!
May 4th, 2007 at 5:29 pm
I do love your writing. Somehow, you never fail to make me laugh.
On another note, you have been tagged for a silly Internet Blog game. Play if you like. Details are in my latest posting.
May 4th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Your hubby is the best
May 4th, 2007 at 6:43 pm
I thought the kids were supposed to be the ones to flush things we needed down the loo?
Hee hee. Glad it worked out… Even if you do have a backache.
May 4th, 2007 at 6:46 pm
Wow that is some shitty luck,
Boo saves the day! Yay him!
May 4th, 2007 at 7:18 pm
Hilarious!!!!!!!!
May 4th, 2007 at 7:28 pm
Wow! Glad Boo rescued you!
May 4th, 2007 at 7:43 pm
Girl, you’re gonna have some serious burns! You know what I’m talking about! What a gem!
May 4th, 2007 at 7:46 pm
boo was very tired when i spoke to him at 7 am thinking of what dealer to go to ,,,,but your night in shining armor made it ,,,,,and it was all just another day for his love for you
WAY TO GO BOO
May 4th, 2007 at 7:58 pm
aww…boo’s a keeper.
May 4th, 2007 at 9:02 pm
OMG, When and if you ever get off your knees you let me know. He’s a keeper that hubby of yours!
May 4th, 2007 at 9:11 pm
What a great husband! Now that’s love. ;^)
May 5th, 2007 at 3:15 am
1) Who is Piano Man?
2) This reminds me of the time a friend of mine flushed her expensive camera down one of those porta-potties - and it didn’t exactly go all the way down, but was swimming in a sea of everyone elses poop. Totally not retrievable. *gag*
3) Do yourself a favour and use some knee pads doll;). That boy’s a gem;).
May 5th, 2007 at 3:46 am
Bow-wow-chicka-bow-bow.
Bow-bow-chicka-bow-wow.
Just a little music for the action over there.
May 5th, 2007 at 5:22 am
See, us men are good to have around once in awhile.
I dropped my cell phone into a urial once.
I have a new phone now.
May 5th, 2007 at 5:25 am
Singin’ the sweet blows in the mornin’
May 5th, 2007 at 7:34 am
LOL…no doubt the “special treat” was deserved and very awesome. But I’m just trying to imagine in my head, HOW did you flush the keys down the toilet??? Hmmmmm
May 5th, 2007 at 8:55 am
You are one lucky woman, lost car keys or not.
May 5th, 2007 at 9:33 am
Wow, just plain wow.
I know you know that he is a great guy. But DAMN.
May 5th, 2007 at 10:40 am
I can’t believe you flushed your keys down the toilet. What was the cost of the all the alcohol you had to drink in order for that to happen?
May 5th, 2007 at 5:11 pm
You actually flushed your keys down the toilet?? I didn’t think that could actually happen. Wow, I’m impressed with your fuck-uppery. And your husband’s chivalry. Something tells me he’ll be cashing in on anything you frantically offered to come help you out real soon.
May 6th, 2007 at 5:21 am
Flushing one’s cars keys down the toilet is comic platinum.
May 6th, 2007 at 5:40 am
I hope I never said anything bad about Boo. WOW. I can’t even get mine to pump gas for me.
I know it would be messing with the magic, but I’d love to know how it happened, flushing the keys that is …
May 6th, 2007 at 1:01 pm
But you got to see B.B. King, and I bet that made it ALL (and I do mean ALL) worth it!!
What a night!
May 6th, 2007 at 7:11 pm
$140 concert tickets?!?! Hope they were good seats. B.B. King, though, totally worth it. Saw his tour in Mpls in ‘98 or so. Rawk!