where do I begin?
Today was, hands down, the worst day I have had in a long long time that didn't involve any actual injuries.
I don't even know where to begin to explain it, so I'm going to do a brief summary...then I'm going to go to bed, and hopefully when I wake up in the morning at least some of it will make some sense and I will write it all down then.
As I said a few weeks ago, I have managed to piss off the gods in a major way, because the car-tastrophes that have plagued my family just keep on coming.
Today's catastrophe? The keys to the Mercury disappeared somewhere in a half mile radius of where my daughter last saw them, and after several hours of combing the path she took on her travels, and several more hours waiting for AAA to send a locksmith, I am out close to $200. And this was a day that almost turned out ok...I was just an hour away from American Idol (which I missed completely) when this newest Shakespearean style tragedy struck.
But seriously, whatever this thing with the cars is, it has ceased to be funny. I have reached the end of my tolerance rope, and I am clinging to the fraying ends for dear life. Isn't it enough that I have to deal with hormones, teenagers, and a marriage on the brink without having someone up there in the control booth of life fiddling with my vehicles too?
Could someone please explain to me what the actual Vegas odds would be for this sort of thing? Should I be playing the lottery with the numbers or something? Am I missing the message in there?
Ok...I'm done for tonight. After all...it was midnight by the time I was headed home from the parking lot I spent my entire evening in.
I promise when I've had a chance to process this information into more rational thought it will be funny. If this wasn't happening to me I might just have a good laugh.
But right now I may just laugh until I cry.
Until the next time...I'll be here waiting for the next shoe to fall!