The title of this particular blog has nothing to do with the following post. I just happen to have “Hold On” by Wilson Phillips stuck in my head.
I, without a doubt, am completely and ridiculously blessed.
I’m not even kidding.
This divorce, it is the hardest thing that I have ever gone through in my life. No question about it.
But you know what?
I still laugh way more than I cry. And that says so, so much about the amazing people who I am lucky enough to have in my life.
This weekend has been nothing but a phenomenal blur of awesome. I don’t think I sat still for more than 10 minutes at a time (unless I was sleeping or editing pictures), but it was so worth it. When I say that my stomach and cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much, it isn’t an exaggeration.
I almost made it through the entire weekend without any type of injury or mishap.
Almost.
Friday night consisted of pizza, movies, and awesome conversation.
Saturday involved a photo shoot with a pretty amazing 16 year-old and then a night out with a few of my absolute favorite people. Some old-school country music was thrown into the mix, and that made for a pretty dang near perfect day.
Sunday, Joey (Katie’s big sister) and I decided to sit down and actually attempt to do some real wedding planning. She is getting married in April and I am the photographer, but I told her from the beginning that I would do absolutely anything that I could in order to help her get everything ready. We spent five hours focused on nothing but wedding planning and ideas. And she made exactly three decisions.
But hey, that is three decisions that she won’t have to make later.
After watching Bridesmaids and laughing uncontrollably at Katie’s indescribable level of inappropriateness (she showed up right as we were wrapping up the wedding planning…), I decided that it was time to hit the road and make the 8 minute trek back to my house. I said my goodbyes and grabbed my laptop and keys and headed for the door.
I’m trying to figure out a way to explain the series of events that then occurred.
I was carrying my laptop and its charger in one arm and I had my key ring draped over my pinky finger, ring finger, and middle finger.
I was almost at my car when the cord from my laptop charger (which was still attached to the laptop) somehow got hung on my keys. I calmly set down the laptop and untangled the cord.
Right.
In reality, I began to wildly flail my hand in an ill-fated attempt to free the keys. Yeah. I ended up with the above pictured key ring jammed all the way down to the base of my three fingers. It was completely pulled over my knuckles and 100% stuck. I’m still not completely sure how it even happened.
I tried for about two minutes to pull the key ring back over my knuckles, but by this point my fingers were swollen and angry and an absolutely marvelous shade of deep purple.
Hanging my head in shame, I went back up to the door and knocked. I wish I could say that Katie and Joey didn’t laugh at my predicament. I wish I could say that since they are such amazing friends they expressed great concern for the unfortunate turn of events that had fallen upon me during the 20 foot walk from the front door to my car.
I wish.
My fingers were so twisted and swollen that Joey couldn’t even look at them. She told me, “That just looks like it hurts really bad,” and then wasted no time in leaving the room. I then interrupted Katie’s hysterical laughter and reminded her that as an EMT, it was her civil duty to help me in my time of medical distress.
Half a bottle of Dawn dish-detergent later, my fingers were finally free. Bruised and mangled, but free.
This story doesn’t really have a moral. I’m just kind of bad at life sometimes.
My weekend, however, was truly amazing.
Next weekend I am going to Sloss Furnace in Birmingham.
That’s a good idea, right? I’m sure nothing unfortunate can happen to me there…
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