The Almighty Panty Gods

Savannah's eye is completely better now. The purple is gone from her eyelid and the bloodshot look is subsiding. So you would think that everything would mellow out in the Eaton household, right?

Not a chance.

Yesterday was a series of really frustrating events undoubtedly caused by the complete karmic chaos that was tripped by my bra not matching my panties. It was VS laundry day people. I couldn't help it.

Old men who talk a lot of shit and run half-assed stores selling computer products that they know absolutely nothing about, and who treat women who come into their store like they are stupid and easily manipulated need to pull their heads out of their asses.

Husbands who insist you need to switch software and then publish your iCal so that they can coordinate their lives with your own need to pay close attention to what day it is and not accidentally send you to the dentist chair to be drilled on a week early and with non-matching panties and bra. My karma was so messed up that the equipment just up and quit. No warning. Just broke. That is the power that my non matching lingerie has on the universe.

So then today I looked forward to just hanging out, handwashing my laundry, watching the children play Jumpstart school games on the new iMac. Instead, I woke up to Hope puking in my bed, then after that was all cleaned up and we fell back to sleep she woke up and puked on the floor beside the bed, then again in the bathtub as I was trying to clean her up, and now she is on the floor in the living room with a makeshift bed of waterproof sheets and bath towels and blanket and pillow. Eating crackers. She insisted she needed them. There is no doubt in my mind that in about ten minutes I will be cleaning them up too.

The underwear gods can lay off now, geez.

Posted by gwendolyn on April 23, 2003 at 09:42 AM