September 11th is a Pain in the Ass....Literally.

Wow. It's here again. Like Christmas, Easter, my birthday. It's now a yearly celebration, of what I'm not quite sure. I'm supposed to remember this day every year, like it was special??? Yeah, nothing like getting up in the morning and thinking: "Happy September 11th! More than 2000 people died five years ago! Yipee!"
I'm not being insensitive, but can you imagine if people in the Middle East remembered every day that some of their own were killed in a terrorist attack???? EVERY DAY WOULD BE SEPTEMBER 11th!!!
This country seems intent on celebrating death more than life... Now I can also look forward to being reminded yearly of the anniversary of Katrina hitting New Orleans. Then there's the Oklahoma City bombing, the Waco fires, the San Francisco earthquake...I could go on, but I really don't have the time or give a shit. Our government expects us to remember these days, yet they have done NOTHING to assure us they won't happen again. We're not any safer from terrorist attacks, we still have plenty of homegrown terrorists to keep us occupied, the levees in New Orleans still suck and we can't prevent any earthquakes....so......Here's how I began my special day:
I needed to read the prep instructions for Thursday's appointment (see: ASS RAPING), couldn't find the packet anywhere. Asked David if he knew where it was, gave me a funny look, then said: "Mmmmm....I might have thrown it in the trash...I spilled some coffee on the counter and it got a bunch of mail wet...Maybe your packet was with it."
AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! The prescription for all the medicine I need was also with the packet! We ran outside right before the trash pick-up and spent thirty minutes elbow-deep in dirty diapers, tomato sauce and various other disgusting items, before finding the coffee stained documents.
Too bad my colonoscopy wasn't scheduled for today, I could definitely remember it and celebrate it year after year.