I woke up on Saturday and my computer jack wasn't working. The repair guy was supposed to fix it Thursday, then Friday. Then he told me he MIGHT come over on Saturday.
I could tell. It was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week.
On Sunday after church, we went to the Cheesecake Factory. I love cheesecake. But they don't have a children's menu! My kids had to share a pizza, and each kid complained that they didn't get THEIR favorite toppings.
I think I'll move to Australia. I've heard kids aren't allowed there.
On Monday I woke up with the Bird Flu. I know it was the Bird Flu because I had a fever of 103.5, my throat was swollen shut, and the robins and other winged beasts outside kept knocking on my window to mock me. The medicine I had to take had something in it that made me smell like old people.
I'll bet they don't have Bird Flu in Australia.
And the computer guy told me that my computer hard drive had crashed! What? We weren't having hard drive problems! We just needed a new power jack! He promised he'd check again and call us back Tuesday.
This was shaping up to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week.
On Tuesday I was still sick. I thought I might be dying, and even made an update to my will, but AirForceGuy told me I was just being silly. That's because HIS tonsils weren't touching each other. The computer guy didn't call, my house was completely trashed from two days of no Mom cleaning, and everyone else got Middle Eastern food for dinner because I couldn't cook.
I had to eat jello.
Do they make people eat jello in Australia?
On Wednesday the computer guy finally called me after I croaked two angry messages into the phone. He said that the first estimate had been a mistake. Go figure. He said I'd have my computer back on Saturday. SATURDAY! Didn't he understand that I had SpouseBUZZ? The Blockbuster guy didn't want to exchange my movies even though I have unlimited access. He said that I'd have to pay. I didn't want to, so I acted like I was going to cry.
It worked, but it sure made Wednesday a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Thursday was Thanksgiving. And I realized that even though I'd had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week thus far; I was truly blessed. We loaded our table down with our family tradition of Chinese Food and snack items and ate buffet style all day. Then we took our dog Ike for a quick walk to the park. After that we decided that it would be a good day to go to the National Mall and take in the monuments.
We even got a parking space on Independence Avenue!
And do you know what I saw while we were there?
A whole crowd of people just as thankful to be American as we were.
Suddenly it didn't seem like such a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week after all. Even though on Friday I woke up at 3 a.m. to get to Best Buy for a new computer and found out that people had been there long before me. I didn't get a new computer.
And even though the computer place didn't want to return my computer on Saturday and I had to throw a fit to get it back and it's not working even as well as it was before they got their hands on it and I paid way to much for that privilege...
I'll bet they have unscrupulous computer repair people and the Bird Flu in Australia, too.
And they don't have this:
I don't think I want to move anywhere else after all.
