Saturday, May 27, 2006

God's Sense of Humor Part II

You know, I think God may have a sense of humor after all.

I have a huge bed. It's one of those massive faux-Oriental king-sized beds with a six-foot headboard and drawers and storage underneath. I love my bed--it's comfortable, I can stretch out in it, and if I shut the drawer I can keep the cats out of the bedroom.

Except for two. My cat Pixie just had a litter of kittens, of which only one survived. I named her Asphodel (yeah, you'd be using these names too if you had to keep creating new ones every day) and she and her mother live in the bedroom until the kitten is big enough to fend for herself. Every once in a while I let the bigger cats in to get them acquainted.

So, at any rate, one of the big cats swatted at the kitten. I lunged for the cat, not even thinking about how high up I was, the featherbed slipped sideways and I landed hard on the floor.


To cap matters off, I hit my ankle on the corner of the marble-topped pedestal I use as a bedside table and cracked it off. The first thing I see when I lift my head is the kitten staring at me with a look on her face like "Why in the hell did you do that, you stupid human?" I was asking myself the same thing.

So why do I think this is indicative of the divine sense of humor? Let me put it to you this way: I don't think I've ever been this colorful in my life. There are, at the moment, seven different colors on my ankle, which is swollen and really really ugly. That doesn't even mention my shoulder and hip. We are not pleased with this turn of events, mostly because tonight I am in a wedding.

No, not mine.

I am (blech!) a bridesmaid. Sleeveless dress, hits just about the ankle, with strappy little high heeled shoes.........

Someone shoot me, please. Maybe God will think that's funny too.


Bibsy said...

If it makes you feel any better, I ended up being a bridesmaid at three weddings in less than a year. That's entirely too much money spent on dresses I have never worn since.

Uno said...

The purpose of bridesmaids is to make the bride look good anyhow. So look on the bright side, in your multi-coloured state you're likely to draw the eye from the lady heartless enough to make you a bridesmaid.

I love being a guy, now I'm too old to be a ring bearer all I have to worry about is being a best man, which is much less... frilly.

mscelina said...

thanks, Uno. Your sympathy is overwhelming.

oh, and bibsy? the only reason I agreed to be in this wedding is because the girl in question actually GOT married. If you could see her you'd understand why that was in question. Even my bruises couldn't detract from the arena-sized billow of white taffeta.... *sigh* I'm being mean and bitter again. *grin* some things never change.

Uno said...

Sympathy? At least people read your blog.