If it weren’t for this little guy…
…I’d be having a run of bad luck to make Loki cringe.
It started when one of the cats ran out the door and took off while we were bringing in the stroller last week. We haven’t seen him since July 14, though we’ve gotten about half a dozen false alarms from the flyers we posted.
It got worse when my brother asked to borrow the car last weekend and I stupidly agreed, meaning we had no wheels to go chasing after false cat sightings in the 90-degree humidity. Good times.
Things cratered when some Pujols ran a red light and T-boned my bro (no injuries, Odin be praised) and then claimed he was at fault (Uncle Ellis is now back home in France, by the way, so no help there). Enter insurance companies, much bureaucratic wrangling and a big fat headache for Perry.
Oh, and here’s the kicker: The second epidural I got that’s supposed to cure my bulging spinal discs did exactly this:
So help a brother out, Paxtrophiles, and give us a shout if you happen to see this dumbass in your travels: