Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Ill Fortune

So Slag and I been away from the net for a few days. We've been busy dealing with real life. Real life has not been going our way.

Major appliances have malfunctioned. Trees are dying. Computer hardware has failed. Various customer support representatives have lied to us, stood us up and hung up on us. Automotive clear coat finishes have been scratched. Slag’s spine has been injected with steroids again. I have been presented with a prescription for bifocals by my opthamologist. I fully expect a meteorite to land on our house tonight, just to put a cherry on top of our week.

If you see a fireball on the horizon in the direction of Texas, that would be us being reduced to our constituent elements by a flaming extraterrestrial object. It might be an improvement.

12 Comments:

Blogger Schmoopie said...

I hate those runs of bad luck that happen. Shit happens all at once, and you are left shaking your head and screaming, "Why me?!"

I hope it all turns around for you soon!

7:36 PM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

Welcome to the bi-focal crowd! We are a fun bunch so don't sweat it...It's always good to get the bad crappo out of the way all at once! Have a better rest of the week.

10:10 PM  
Blogger Kara said...

But you could take that cherry and make cherry lemonade. Yum.

10:57 AM  
Blogger Em said...

Wow, real life is kicking your butt! Hope things turn around soon and you are dominating the daily events again!

3:02 PM  
Blogger Whippersnapper said...

Yes, with reference to what Kara wrote, when life gives you AIDS, make lemonAIDS! (That's not original, but I wish it was.)

Sorry your week is going so bad. Does it make you feel better to know we had to dish out a grand to fix the clutch on our car this week? It came at such a nice time, too, we're just ROLLING in dough right now.

There, I saw the schadenfreude kick in... you feel just a leetle bit better now, don't you?! => (I'm there for you, babe.)

7:35 PM  
Blogger Lotus said...

I hate it when everything goes whacko all at once in life. But it does seem to happen that way.

Bifocals, eh? I imagine I need some of those babies, myself...I'm just to chicken to go to the doc and have him tell me so. I just hold things I'm reading really far from my face. lol

9:28 PM  
Blogger Stucco said...

Jeez Jill, I think all you need are locusts. Oops- did I say that? That's not a jinx, is it?

10:56 AM  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

"If you see a fireball on the horizon in the direction of Texas, that would be us being reduced to our constituent elements by a flaming extraterrestrial object."

Oooooooh! Perfect excuse for a barbecue! What time are you expecting the fireball to light up the skies and vaporize you? See I want to have nibbles when guests arrive but want the fireball thing out of the way before I put the meat on.

Sorry for your troubles, though.

11:44 AM  
Blogger Jocelyn said...

Or you could take that cherry and stamp on it really hard.

Then it would leave a permanent mark in your new white carpet, right?

1:05 PM  
Blogger CrimsonKing2000 said...

It IS metor season...

5:21 PM  
Blogger Anne said...

Yikes! Sorry to hear about all your misfortune. Hope it gets better soon.
...so the injections Slag had before, did they do any good? What's up with that?

4:34 PM  
Blogger Evil Spock said...

Evil Spock still loves you two.

Sounds like time for a heavy dose of vodka and pink lemonade . . .

2:18 PM  

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