Most of yesterday was spent cleaning up Wednesday’s disaster-fest. In no particular order, the fridge began making noises that sounded like sparks were flying in the motor, followed by water and green fluid leaking all over the floor, and we discovered the dishwasher was broken. We had to have someone come out and take a look at the refrigerator to make sure we weren’t going to burn down the place. On the plus side, even though both appliances are a lost cause and will have to be replaced, the repair guy was very nice and honest. He explained he could give a quick fix to the fridge, but it would be time (and therefore labor) consuming, and the cost would be high for something that might prolong its life for a little while longer. Bad news or not, I appreciated his honesty, because he could have charged us out the wazoo and we wouldn’t have known until it broke again in a couple of weeks.

Then, when we turned in around eleven at night, we discovered one of the dogs had peed on the comforter, and it seeped through to the sheets and bed. Awesome. So we stayed up another hour and a half or so doing laundry. The comforter, however, needed to be dry-cleaned and would have to wait until the following day. To pass the time we watched a bad television show on Netflix, and my husband poured himself a glass of scotch, which I promptly knocked over. To top it all off, the temperature dropped to ridiculously cold in the middle of the night. At about three in the morning I seriously considered pulling the comforter out of the bag and using it, dog pee or not, because it was so fucking cold (I did not, by the way).

All in all it was a fantastic day. I assume Karma decided to kick me in the ass, probably for any number of reasons. Fortunately I’m so thrilled to be home for the holidays that I don’t care. Take last night, for example. My dad worked late, so we brought dinner to his office  and chit-chatted with him for a while. Little opportunities like that don’t happen when you live so far away from home, so it was really nice to take advantage of our close proximity.

Now, if things could just stop breaking and dogs could stop being tiny little pains in the butt* so we could go out and enjoy ourselves.

We have no idea what you're talking about.

*Not so much, my husband just told me one of them peed in another room. And we have no idea which one it might have been, because they are totally sticking together on this.