Just a Lovely Day (sarcasm: NOTED)

This morning started out...meh. As I was coming up the stairs to eat breakfast, Tinkerbelle was heading back downstairs to take a shower. She had just turned off the tv. So I get upstairs, turn on the tv, and get nothing but sound. The tv was on but there was no picture and our cable box kept flashing "dUI." I went upstairs to get Momma and tell her something was wrong with the box, and she wound up calling my uncle, who works for Comcast, to ask him what was wrong. His answer? The box was dead. Simply...dead. Which wouldn't be such a big deal (OK, so I would still be annoyed) if Tinkerbelle hadn't been watching tv not six minutes before that.

So we ate lunch upstairs in the new office, because that was the only room with a tv large enough for us to see. And we have to go out later this afternoon to get a new box. Woo...hoo...

Plus, Tink and Mickey were sick the last two weeks (Mickey stayed home from school for the last two days because of it), and now I've caught whatever they have. It came on really quick too. Pretty much right after lunch I started getting the chills and I am having the hardest time staying awake. A cough, headache, achy joints, and sore throat also come with this, just so people know.

And now, while watching the Ellen show, they've interrupted to do a memorial to the fallen soldiers. Why it's suddenly such a big deal when people have been dying in that God forsaken country for the last couple of years, and they've never once stopped a show midway through to hold a memorial for them, I will never know. Don't get me wrong, I feel for the families and I have the highest respect for the soldiers (for the most part). But where was this big deal for the other fallen soldiers all these years?

Now I'm stuck watching Hannah Montana, trying not to fall asleep, and taking crap from Momma about how I'm just being a big baby (but when Mickey gets sick it's all, "Oh, no! Poor Mickey is sick! Everyone cater to her!").

Lovely Wednesday. Just lovely.