So, yesterday was fun! First thing in the morning, my laptop bit it. Now sure, I bought the thing for peanuts on Ebay three years ago and have known it was only a matter of time, but I was really bitter. I kept trying and poking at it and cussing at it and the fucker just would not boot. So finally, round about late afternoon I decided to plug it back in, and that fixed it. The sad thing is that this is not the first time I have done this.
Anyway, while my laptop was hosed I packed up the kids and went to visit my doctor to say hey, you have to do something about this miserable rash on my hands because there are times when a bullet to the brain starts sounding like a damn reasonable cure, and my doctor, who is really a Nurse Practitioner, decided to take the opportunity to criticize my parenting. Which, the hell? That has nothing to do with my poor, poor hands, and anyway the children have their own doctor so I think criticizing my parenting falls under his professional purview, not hers. But then she gave me sweet, sweet drugs, so I suppose it is a small price to pay.
Except that then Chris got home unexpectedly early and I bolted out the door as soon as he got here to fill my prescription (couldn't do it earlier because first Owen fell asleep in the car and then I had given Mia my solemn vow that we would go to the pool) and they said if would take 15-20 minutes and after 40 I got fed up and left, so I have to go an entire night without my sweet, sweet drugs. Which hey, I've had this crap for nine solid months, so what's one more night? And anyway, they are supposed to help "some," which is not exactly an awe-inspiring endorsement. But still, some is better than none.
Owen my friend, I could have real damn drugs if it weren't for you. You owe me for this one. Big time.
And! And! My blog is not emailing me my comments, so I am sitting here feeling all alone and unloved and wondering why the hell nobody thinks my kid is cute, because my kid is hella cute, and it turns out that my blog is just feeling bitchy and wants me to feel like an outcast. Bite me, blog.
Wow, does anybody else think I need to chill?