Karma Strikes Again

As I am sure I have mentioned before, Scott and I are leaving for New Orleans tomorrow. Once again, I am ready for the vacation. Our tickets to the Sugar Bowl arrived by FedEx this past Saturday. Apparently they had been attempting to deliver them for a couple of days, and since no one ever uses the front door at Scott’s, he had not noticed the stickers on the door notifying him of the attempts. Saturday morning, Scott had to work and I was at his house alone sleeping in. About 10:00am the dogs start going crazy and there is a knock at the door. I scramble out of bed and quickly throw on something that is respectable enough to go to the door in. I go to the back door first, since that’s where most people come and realize that no, the person is at the front door. I run out just as the FedEx guy is about to drive off. Luckily, he sees me and stops. As he steps out of the truck, his foot lands directly in a deep hole hurdling him head over feet through the front yard. I manage to stifle my laughter and ask if he is okay. Though embarrassed, he is not hurt. I sign for the tickets and get back into the house quickly before I explode with laughter. Then, I proceed to call several people and relate the story so they can laugh too. Over the next couple of days, I continue to tell the story to more people and enjoy a good laugh at the expense of the poor FedEx guy.

Bad idea.

Christmas Eve. Scott and I are getting ready in a hurry so we can make it to both of our families Christmas festivities. He’s upstairs at my house finishing getting ready and I go ahead and start down the stairs. Hearing my heels on the wooden stairs… ‘clunk, clunk, clunk,’ as I go down, Scott calls “Be careful” from upstairs. No more had the words gotten out of his mouth when “KABOOM!” Luckily I was only two or three steps from the bottom so I didn’t have far to fall. I turned my ankle a little and bruised my butt and palm which took most of the weight when I fell. Karma. It really is a bitch.

Then, yesterday I called in sick to work. I had been to Valley for Christmas with Scott’s cousin Chris who had just gotten in town. When I woke up, the rumbling and sloshing sounds in my stomach were a clear indicator that it would NOT be a pleasant hour drive to work. So, I stayed at Scott’s not feeling well and sleeping in. When I got up after lunch time, I was pretty hungry and decided it should be safe to eat by now.

For those of you who have never been to Scott’s allow me to explain first. Next to the stove, the cabinets are high like the ones that would go over a refrigerator (although the refrigerator is on the other side of the room). So, I’m stirring pasta and cooking at the stove, and stop to go to the bathroom which is directly around the corner. WHAM! I catch the very corner of the end cabinet right above my temple. And I did not catch it softly. I saw stars and was dizzy. I thought for a moment that I might have given myself a concussion.

Today, I am fine but my head is extremely sore in that whole general area. Every time I glance in the mirror I expect that whole side of my head to be black and blue. But not yet. So I am expecting the bruises to appear just in time to look great in all of our New Orleans pictures.

So, all I have to say is I am sorry that I laughed at the FedEx man. When will I ever learn about this karma business?