May as a month, is usually a really great time. I met Rhonda in May, we got married in May, and so we usually get to take a fun anniversary trip most years. This May can suck a big fat one as far as I care.
May 7th I was driving for work, delivering flowers. Lindsey went with me since she was home for Mother’s Day, and overall it was a good day up until the point when I crashed my car. Oh yeah, it wasn’t a bad accident but it was my fault. So the rest of that day was spent dealing with tow trucks and tears (on my part 100%) The next day was Mother’s Day, which really was uneventful; aside from the fact that I didn’t have to deliver flowers again.
On the 17th, we left for a fantastic vacation to Washington DC. Our nephew played baseball for George Washington University, so we went for his last game and got to hang out with my sister in law and niece. The weather was a little too warm, but it was amazing! Until we got home, and two days later I was diagnosed with Covid.
FUCK
Two more weeks of my life spent in bed, feeling shitty. Several days later, Rhonda and Lindsey also tested positive. They were both sick, but more like bad flu take a few days off sick. I’m not saying they weren’t miserable, but they seemed to be able to get along with their daily activities. I was not.
Long story short, it’s now 6/10 and I still don’t have my car back. On the upside I feel much better. But the moral of the story is: May can kiss my ass.