Holy Water and Marshmallows

          So, today is one of THOSE days.  You know, the day where nothing fits and everything sucks and there is not enough chocolate in the western hemisphere to make up for it.   It started at three am with a text from a family friend who claims to be dying.  (Hint- she probably isn't.  She has some developmental issues and is likely just frightened by a chronic health condition.) But she was scared and deserved to be taken seriously even if it was 3 frigging a frigging m.

           And Feisty Pants, who cried for six effing hours last evening, turns out to have a sinus infection. So we have fourteen days of digestion bombing antibiotics to look forward to.  And my computer, which is on some days the only sane adult I get to speak to, has an infection of its own and works for about 60 seconds and then freezes for 90.  And will not be fixed until tomorrow at the earliest because Goo only works on it at night like some pixie computer cobbler.   And we spent all morning at the doctors only to come home to the great After St Valentine's Day Massacre in which several stuffed animals were mowed down in their prime in what I can only assume is a turf war between the dog and the new kitten.  And the (insert favorite expletive here) food pump is now behaving peculiarly so it took an hour to make it work this lunchtime.  (Electronics do NOT like me, seriously. Google the phrase  "Pauli Effect".  I have that.)  And precisely because we spent all morning swanning about the hospital, I did not have time for yoga, so I am really frigging relaxed and zen right now.  (Can't ya tell??) 

          Oh well, sigh, whatcha gonna do?   The friend needed reassurance. My kid is only on antibiotics and can go back to school tomorrow, so it's just a minor thing really.  We have at least a zoo's worth of stuffed animals. (I have given away hefty bags full of them. One just this week.) And Goo is actually a real live computer tech, so the damn machine will be fixed right. Eventually. And in the meanwhile, we will just have to put on our big girl panties and deal with it, secure in the knowledge that, somehow, we are burning off some bad karma and it will be replaced with good. Like great health for those we love or winning the lottery or something.  

           But in the meantime, if I spontaneously burst into flames, would someone please douse me with holy water or bring some of those amazing marshmallows with the coconut on them to toast?  You know, something yummy to go with watching the world burn.