There are times when you stand on the edge…..teetering like a drunken fool between that fine line which separates soothing sanity from raging madness. We’ve all been there, you included…. but probably me more so. You see, my life violates all boundaries of rational existence, with about 95% of my insanity deriving from parenting my 16-year old teenager.
So herein commences what I shall term the “cell phone fiasco”.
Mini-me’s cell phone (I believe her 8th so far) has been through the ringer, thrown into hell and resurrected twice since she’s owned it. And as a result, many components of this phone no longer worked, including the ability to talk to someone with it. So I, being THAT mom that spoils her rotten (yes, my bad), made the decision to pick her up a new cellphone a couple of Fridays ago. And given that I was in a pretty good mood when I ventured into this purchase, she ended up with a fancy little LG Eve smartphone running the Google Android system, complete with a 5 mp camera, full touch screen interface, slide-out QWERTY keyboard, and a $495.00 hit on my wallet (total cost).
It’s not what you’re thinking.
I actually woke up to a nice warm toasty house this morning with much love to Petro Canada/Petro Partners and their second-to-none customer service, (which continues into today).
BUT…and this is a BIG but….*brace yourself*……I had no hot water. None. Zip. Nada. Nil. Nothing. Not even luke warm. Not even remotely warm. We’re talking ice cold water here people.
Now unless you’ve been living under a rock, or this is your first time here, you’ll understand that this was the icing on the cake to this week (see this previous blog entry and this previous blog entry for a recap of my last few days).
….because I was. And no matter if you were plugged into a hole 30 feet in the ground in the middle of Taiwan…or you were somewhere *out there* frollicking around in Jupiter’s atmosphere, you would have heard me. Trust me…you would have heard me.
Yeah. You guessed it. For the second morning in a row, I woke up to a cold house. It turns out the amount of oil dropped into my tank to hold me over the rest of the day and night didn’t actually hold me over the rest of the day and night.
Ever wake up in the morning and, even though your brain is not yet functioning, you immediately realize that something is wrong? Yeah – that was me this morning as I stuck my finger outside my duvet. It seemed…um…lets just say…pretty goddamn cold outside my warm comfy nest of a bed. In fact, it was downright freezing. Thermostat read 62 degrees. Sixty two effing degrees? WTF!!!
I quickly determine my oil tank must have run out at some point during the night.