I’m sitting at home today because I seem to have contracted what, over my lifetime, is probably my bazillionth case of strep throat.  When I was four, a doctor told my parents that I should probably have my tonsils out because I had a proclivity to strep and bronchitis, but they said noooooooo, not our little girl, she’s not having unnecessary surgery.  Thanks Mom and Dad.

Oh, and…I can’t even lay on the couch and watch bad movies because there is a plumber in our t.v. room (family room? den? whatever you call it).  When we got home from our weekend away, we found that the room had flooded.  AGAIN.  All over our brand new carpet.  Sweet.

Oh, and…all this rain finally spurred us to get the window in our Red car, which had fallen off track and refused to roll up or down, fixed before we left for our trip this weekend.  I drove our Blue car (yes we actually refer to them as the Red car and the Blue car) to drop BF off to pick up the newly fixed Red car, feeling pretty darn grown-up since we would usually ignore problems like that, and as I pulled into our garage and began to roll up the Blue car window, IT fell off track and now refuses to roll up or down.  Bastard. 

Oh, and…within the last two days our two personal computers have decided to quit for various reasons that six hours on the phone with the people at Dell couldn’t even come close to figuring out, so I’m writing this, possibly illegally, on my work laptop (don’t ask me why two people need three computers, because as it turns out they most definitely do).   Son of a Bitch.