Monday, January 09, 2006 My Life Is Not A Good Country Song I've been listening to a little bit of country recently, not too much, just the Brokeback soundtrack, some Johnny Cash, and that song Stef and I couldn't stop listening to while driving across the country in August. So perhaps that's why this weekend was The Ballad Of Small Hurts And Pains. I mean, my man didn't run off with a truck stop whore, I've never had a dog, and Momma's doing fine, far as I know. But I sure did lose my wallet, hear plenty of bad news, continue coughing up a storm, and drop my printer on one of my toes, breaking the nail at the base. Straw that broke my back? Opening up my box of macaroni and cheese on Sunday, the only food in my apartment and the last food I'd been able to purchase with my shiny credit cards and cash... To discover that there was no cheese sauce packet in the box, just macaroni. That was when I just started laughing. However, the not-particularly-interesting country song that is my life just got a happy ending -- I just got through to the bartending company in charge of the event where I lost my wallet, and it turns out they had it the whole time. There's even one dollar more than I thought was there! Score one for the good guys. Minus one for country music. Though I'll still keep listening. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.