I Like The Way You Burke It

Yesterday was the lowest day we have had so far here in Nerja.

Telefonica was supposed to arrive at 10 am to install our wireless. He arrived at 2 and said that he needed a buddy of his to help and would be back at 5. He called me at 5 and said that he would come with his buddy at 9 a.m. a punto, or on the dot. We were frustrated but couldn’t do anything about it so we went to H2O Bar to get coffee and use their wireless. I left Wells there to work and went shopping.

While in the grocery store I was trying to read the price tag on the beach mat I wanted to buy. The box was haphazardly located near the door and as soon as I bent over to read the  price the sliding glass doors rapidly closed…with my head in between them. Closed VERY hard. The next thing I know I am sitting in a chair in the grocery store with a bag of ice on my head. —Now let me pause the recount of my day here for a minute to inform you that the previous day I whacked the top of my head so hard with my own gate that we dubbed me ‘Unicorn.’ —

So two days in a row of my own headbashing put me in an increasingly foul mood. Wells was cranky because he had a conference call that he needed to be on at 8 pm Atlanta time, so 2 a.m Nerja time. He needs wireless to make his calls and since Telefonica could not perform he set his alarm for 1:30 a.m. to go back down to H2o Bar for the call.

In the meantime  Wells accidentally erased every song off my iPod. This simple accident caused some serious marital unbliss. Then we went to dinner – SEPARATELY! We got home, kissed and made up and went to bed. We figured that it can’t get worse, right?

Two hours later his alarm went off for his call. Two hours after that he came back to bed. Two hours after that I was jolted out of bed by the sound of Neena having a severe diarrhea explosion. Let me reiterate that the mere sound of it woke me up. Wells frantically popped up to take her outside and I could not help but to notice that she missed my precious Tory Burch slippers by TWO INCHES!!! We got everything cleaned up but the smell was so overwhelming that we couldn’t go back upstairs. I yelled for Wells to, “Come to the Lily!” and the two of us started huffing the Stargazer lilies that I had bought for an odor reprieve. So here we are with a sick dog, a pungent upstairs, no sleep, and huffing a flower like it is an illicit drug. The  next thing I know Wells is moving the downstairs furniture and rolling out the futon. And there we slept…I in my clogs again and Wells in blue jeans.

Telefonica did arrive the following day…just 1 hour late. And I bet Wells keeps me in yummy smelling lilies all spring and summer long!