So, Monday I had the most
unlucky day ever, and it was all my own fault...
Early Monday morning, I'm getting LilV ready for school/day care (we call it school to get him used to the word), and he spotted his soda from the previous night when we ate out. It's mostly watered-down Sprite, but I figured it wouldn't kill him, and I could avoid the "MINE!!" fight that would ensue should I attempt to take it from him. So he drinks about half on our way to the car, but doesn't want the rest, so I toss the rest of the liquid and throw the cup in the trash can. Then the
fun began.
I showed up at day care, and LilV is out of diapers, so I have to run to Wal-Mart (ugh) and buy some more, eating an hour out of my already-late morning. I get to work finally and nothing's behaving. The files that all of my co-workers can see and use on the server aren't showing up for me, no matter what I do (it took me most of the morning to figure out that was even the problem), meaning I can't do my work. I finally manage to get them to show, and then another never-before-seen error appears. During the cycle of fix-save-restart, I manage to fat-finger my server password too many times, locking me out. Well, it was Columbus Day, and with me being a Gov't contractor, the Gov't muckety-mucks who could unlock it are, in fact, on holiday.
It's only 3, but I said, "Screw it," and left work. On my way home, I thought I'd be nice to MrsV and LilV and pick up some gormet cupcakes, since I had a coupon. The lady in front of me, "Just wanted to order 36 for a party next week." They do that all the time, no worries. Then she said, "Oh, what the heck. Give me two right now...Chocolate Lightning and Carrot Cake." Now, I am a Carrot Cake
fiend. I blame my mother for this, but it's the one desert I will pretty much
always be willing to eat...and this lady just bought the
last one. I just had to sigh, what else was I going to do? So I ordered four, getting two chocolate for Mrs and Lil, a plain for m'self, and a pumpkin spice for MrsV, since the coupon needed four to work.
As I pulled in the driveway, the mental layout of my morning actions snapped into focus. I had tossed the backwash-filled, left-over kid's drink directly into the circle where I made offerings to the local land wights.
I rushed into the house and grabbed the last of our good cooking burbon, lacking any ale I could be positive wasn't bad, and raced back outside and made a, "Holy-crap-I'm-not-worthy-please-please-please-forgive-me!" offering with as much reverance as I could muster.
Things have turned around, and I'm back to plain old up-and-down luck, but there was one huge confirmation that I did the right thing by apologizing. MrsV was digging in to her pumpkin spice cupcake after berating me for being such an idiot (I needed to explain why I needed to offer her good burbon, after all), she noticed the flavor was a bit off. I gotta say, that was the oddest-tasting pumpkin spice cupcake I'd ever had. Tasted just like carrot cake in fact...