Boy I had a bad day yesterday. I'm actually having a pretty bad week but yesterday takes the cake. My cell phone is basically broken. It is now permanently searching for a signal. I'm not the kind of guy that gives a shit about having a nice phone, but I would love to be able to make calls, or even text.
Anyway, our AT&T U-Verse TV service decided to crap out as well last night. Actually yesterday afternoon. The signal was all choppy and pixelated so I power cycled the receivers but ... nothing. And I would have called them but ...
THEN, as if I needed another problem, Kelly's car stalled on the way to work and I had to go pick her up and it wouldn't start. And I would have called a tow truck but ...
How did she get a hold of me? My daughter's phone, but I couldn't take that with. Well actually I could have, but I didn't think of it. So I was effed.
There are worse things going on too but I can't write about them in public places where the 20 people who read my blog my find out about them.
Well I can't rant much more because I have to write Rose's guest post and that does cheer me up a little ... but I will say:
POOP ON YOU WORLD! I hope the mesh underwear liner of your swim trucks chafes your crotch in a most uncomfortable way today! I hope an ageless and sparkly dirty old man vampire begins to date your daughter! I hope Seth Grahame-Smith writes A Tale of Two Cities Both Called Bikini Bottom next! And we all love it!