When It Rains...

Geez. Why is it that when the man of the house is AWAY from the house for a forever week, all the light bulbs seem to burn out?!? (And there is not a single stinkin' bulb to be poached from elsewhere, either.) Not only that, but #1 cat just yacked up his dinner because he is a closet bulimic and every time I get near the steamy pile, I get sick too.

And you think that's bad? Try sitting in on an extremely awkward baby story time (one that you will be leading next week) where none of the moms or nannies know the ancient girl-scout-esque songs that are being sung, and are then scolded by the leader for not participating. Oh man. (That was not a great start to my morning.) And then to come home, after a super long day of work and school, to a big white ticket on your (husbands) car because it "was parked there too long." Right now, I'm wondering what I did to tempt the fates like this?!? I bet tomorrow, I'll get "spotted" by a bird.