when it rains...

So, why is it that when everything is going fine, something has to come along to screw it up??? Why can't we just have our perfect little holidays in our perfect little home with our perfect little lives? First, I have to go and get old! Thanks to today. And not only do I have to get old, but I have to keep reminding myself of it. Every time I signed somthing today that required a date, I put the wrong year! I put 1975 instead of 2007. I got tired of correcting it and left it on the last few items. Then Sierra is becoming a hormonal teenager. What happened to my angel? And then I stopped losing weight a few days ago--I lost 5 pounds in 8 days and now nothing for days! Oh, and did I mention that I left the windows open on the jeep last night and when I got in this morning my ass got wet because it rained last night?  All of this on top of my sinus infection. And then what happens on my way home? I get pulled over. I think the cop only gave me a break because it's my birthday. Then who should show up on my doorstep? Not the flower delivery guy... Nope, not a cake delivery, either... Nope, not publishers clearinng house. And unfortunately, not my best friend in the whole world--noooo--she hasn't even called to say happy getting old day. It was none other than my ex-husband!!!!!!!! I know it's a horrible thing to say, and I know I shouldn't put this kind of energy out into the world, but I wish he would just... ok, so, I'll think it instead... Yeah... I'll just think really bad things...