Wednesday, July 1, 2009

terrible, horrible, etc., etc.

Yesterday:

  • I burned my toast, spectacularly. So spectacularly that Sam went to camp and told his friends about the flaming toast, and J went to work and told his friends about the flaming toast, and everybody had a good laugh at my expense.
  • The toilet broke.
  • In the car on the way to work, I spilled coffee on my pants.
  • I had the life scared out of me at midnight by a ginormous moth in the bathroom, not once but twice. That sucker put up a fight, I tell you.
  • Jane wet the bed and ended up sleeping with J and me. For a very small person, she takes up a lot of space.

Today's got to be better, right?