One Hell of a Day!
I had one hell of a day at work! I was so tired that the thought of celebrating my birthday had not even entered my mind. I had at least 150 phone calls today, many of them emergencies in the minds of the callers. It must have been a full moon. No, it was worse than that. Anyway, I walked in the door and the first thing I did was poor myself a stiff drink. Perhaps my overwrought brain would feel less fried with the proper treatment. My wife called from upstairs “Are you finally home? I have been trying to call you all day and your phone was busy for the last five hours. I thought maybe you were trying to dodge me on your birthday?” ...