Up your nose with a rubber hose. I confessed to my egregious error in judgment (where I admitted we were barely squeaking by but by "squeaking by" the Blog Fates took to mean trumphilton- rich). I posted publicly my shame. I apologized and I presented a sacrifice. What more do you want?
It was not funny to mess with our old car, forcing several hundred dollars of unavoidable repairs. However at least you left our "good" 5 year old car alone. But then you thought you would be funny and mess with it as well. WHY? Why would you break the window switch with the window down? Could you not at least break it with the window up? We were able to jack around and get the window back up but can no longer use a drive thru for our meals. Who is supposed to feed these children now I ask you? Hmmmmm?
What I really do not understand however, is what I have done that is so bad I deserved what you sent next. Blog Fates, I am certain you did not strike my youngest child down with a mystery fever-vomit illness, that would simply not be playing fair. The thing that bothers me is how you used her illness to ruin my couch. Just so we are all on the same page, Teena was sick and fell asleep on the couch. I went to get some towels to put under her "just in case" and when I did I saw and smelled the rancid swamp that now covers my couch. Seeing as it has already been turned over
I can't afford TWO sets of car repairs AND a new-used- picked couch! Yer killing me here Blog Fates, killing me! Oh yeah, and because Teena bawled her fool head off that the funk couch was potentially going out the door for Big Garbage day, The Husband refused to drag it out there! Yes that's right, the Couch of Rancid Funk lives on because The Husband could not stand the sight of his daughter crying.
Now please Blog Fates, your revenge is complete!
ps. I will be sacrificing Too True Tues(day) this week for the Blog Fates and will have another feature instead.