I am not broken--and how I skeered the propane people

Wow--I am getting questions about whether I broke my blog---but I see it, it is here in my little world. Anyone else having problems?

So I almost froze to death last nite. I got the horse trailer all ready to sleep in, got the heat up in there, but I wanted to watch TV and I do not get the VH-1 in there--so how was I to watch Scream Queens, I ask you? I cannot miss my shows, I am starting to act like an old lady with her stories. Yes I have a DVR, so not the point.

I got in the big bed with Simba and Slater and some extra blankets and I actually got warm--except for what had to stick out to watch TV. It was so nice in there, I actually stayed in it til this morning.

First thing I did when I got up was take Miss Tequila to the potty and see if the gas people left me a bill. I had turned the heat off completely last nite so the fan was not running--the only way to know if I had propane was to get the bill. I opened the door and of course, they had put the bill on the door knob, but stuck a calendar in there as well--it fell so I stepped outside to get it.

Nekkid.

Which was a little too soon after they had put the stuff there, as they were still in the driveway.

Oops.

Well it is not the first time, and probably won't be the last. Now the phone man and the propane people have gotten a show. Maybe they will get here faster next time.

I do not however have hot water. That means I am at work with the crazy ass hair. I have curly curly curly hair. If I were to put an actual brush to it, it would not fit in the car. The only way to tame it is to wash it. I could not make myself do it in a 37 degree house with no hot water, so this is what the world gets to see today. I really do not care.

I do care that my food for the Cerebral Palsy holiday meeting and meal is not cooked, but it was too dang cold to do that last nite, also turns out Barry drank all the milk. I told him to, but since when does he listen to me, I ask you? I have to find a way to get this all cooked by 5 pm today. Clearly that is not going to happen in the regular way as I am at work, and have to spend 3 hours at the police station this afternoon, watching killer videos on some special piece of equipment
that only police stations have. Where the logic is in that, I do not know, but I am thrilled that we tracked down the equipment just across the parking lot from me, instead of two hours away as I expected it to be.

Argh--I just had an interruption from my favorite client of all time--Billy--this is a good man who got caught up in a load of crap that has destroyed his life. One of my top 3 moments as a lawyer have to do with him. We have been working on his case for at least 5 or 6 years. He is tough---he works hard when the world is against him, he always has at least two jobs, he stays out of trouble, is in a good mood--just a nice nice guy. It is taking its toll on him though after all this time--and he just broke down on the phone, in tears. Since I am a tough ol battleaxe (didja catch that Jodi?) myself, this rarely bothers me as I get used to it, but he made me cry too. I hate that it takes so long to fix things someone else screwed up, and I hate that I cannot snap my fingers and make it go away for him (well not overnight, we probably have another 4-6 months before it is done)--this guy deserves a break. Damn it.

That kind of makes my $754 propane bill seem like a stupid thing to even worry about, doesn't it?

I was trying to not me so damn melancholy like I have been lately--I was actually in a great mood, and now my heart hurts.

Blech