Other things that were broken sort of feel like the same Sponge Bob Band aid put on a hemorrhaging artery or one of those scenes where there is one overly optimistic or guilt-ridden doctor in a packed trauma room fruitlessly doing CPR on a patient everyone else and their dog can tell is past saving.
At least I haven’t lost my sense of drama about it all. (Not always a good thing, I know.)
Not that everything broken this week was so severe. Though they were still six shades of suck a duck, there were some less extreme examples, such as:
I was trying to kill time waiting for an important conversation to happen. It was one of those things that you dread, like knowing you have to throw up. You know you are going to, but it isn’t something you look forward to. To pass time, I took my car through a carwash. In the “Hang over suck” of the next morning it was just LOVELY to find out that I had left the door to the gas tank open and it was ripped off in the wash cycle. Or, as my friend Karen pointed out, it was “Sort of” ripped off.
I guess it is fitting. I’ve my car a whole two weeks and it just wouldn’t be me if I hadn’t somehow managed to damage something lovely in that period of time.
And then something that could possibly be worse-
My fabulous, comfy, lime-green earphone of cuteness that are almost surgically attached to my body has suffered a fatal injury. Doesn’t it look like a little amputee victim?
I can’t replace them at the moment due to the HUGE FREAKING FINE I am receiving for my 25-mph over speeding adventure the other night. I may very well have to whore myself out on the mean streets of North Logan to come up with the cash to pay the court system. Actually, since I’ve reduced my rates to $5 dollar blow jobs, I may have to whore Wilbur out as well.
So, if anyone knows any desperate, horny fur-balls of the human or feline variety that have extra cash to bandy about and are in Northern Utah or Southern Idaho, let me know.
Actually, scratch the Southern Idaho part. I’m not THAT desperate. Yet.
At least I had a great Easter. It began with my friend calling to inquire if I was the one that had her lawn “Flocked†with plastic pink flamingos. (You can “Flock a friend†and have the proceeds go to the Children’s Justice Center). 
I was entirely flattered that she assumed it was me. If I had any clue that something so spectacularly COOL was around my valley I would have totally done it in a heartbeat. Alas, it was not me.
She also made my day by giving me a way cool “Easter Gift†of cupcake boxes of various size (As to more attractively and conveniently tote cupcakes made for my beloved sister-in-law, Nooncy), an Allison Krauss CD, and BEST OF ALL: A huge anthology of the “Jack the Ripper†case. Dude. Nothing says Easter like Jack the Ripper.
She rocks my world.
And finally, this is probably the very last post I will do before moving to my new blog.
It won’t be for another week (Or two) because It’s spring break and my kiddies are home all day so I don’t really have the time to blog much. My children are fighting 24-7 and I am almost to the point that I am willing to sell them on EBay.
After the spawn return to school on Tuesday I am going to throw myself into making my new web page, learning CSS (Or at least understanding it and Word Press enough so that I don’t blow up Argentina when I try to operate my new blog) and getting everything settled.
So, don’t worry if I’m not around for awhile
I haven’t decided if I am going to redirect from here, post my new link or just send it to people and keep it more confidential. It will probably be the latter, so if you are interested in following me you better let it be known in the comments or by email.
Sorry in advance to the lurkers, but I have my reasons.
It’s been fun. Except for that whole “Blogger is a wench” thing, of course.
