*wham*

I had a snarktastic post planned for today - a fine, fiery essay about the stupid drama in which I recently became embroiled, the arrogant phone call that I got on Thanksgiving, and the continuing woes of my car, furnace, and water heater. There was even going to be a bonus paragraph about my getting stuck on the 134 freeway for more than two hours this morning!

Then, on my drive home, Reality came along and hit me square in the jaw with his cold, hard fist.

I saw stars as he knocked my world into harsh perspective.

Thankfully, I was headed to Boy 2's house at the time and he met me at the door with open arms and a bottle of scotch, both of which he applied in generous amounts.

Details may follow eventually, but not tonight.

(Oh, and? I came home a few minutes ago to find Oscar trapped UNDER my house. He must have slipped down there while the repairman was working on the furnace which means that he was trapped there for at least nine hours. The Manager and I will have Words tomorrow morning.)