So I finally asked one of the cuties at Gordo's her name. Easier than I thought, that is, until she told me her name. Casey. What are the odds? I'll tell you why this is weird.
The cool part is that her first name is my last name. If this was all of it I could of played it smooth. There's more. Casey is also the name of the girl who made my life hell. My ex.
The second I heard the name my brain went haywire. I let out a little laugh and said, "It's always Casey"....out loud...the was supposed to stay in my head. I explained myself telling her that my last name was the same as her first name. I don't think she knew what to say. she just said,"oh" Then I told her to enjoy the rest of her day then I left. I must of looked like such an idiot. I felt like one. I had to get outside quick because I was going to lose it. I made it to my truck and just burst out laughing.
As I was leaving someone almost backed their car into me as I was driving past them. Use your mirrors dumbass. Just barely made it by. On my way home I almost got ran off the road by a 18 wheeler carrying a Backhoe. He slowed down so I went to pass him. Little did I know he was slowing to turn without a directional. Close call.
Did I mention I sprained my ankle on Sunday? I tripped on a hose while moving a pressure washer and smashed my shin on a metal deck chair. My ankle was wicked swollen. It feels okay now and the swelling has gone down. Let's hope the weekend is better.