How's my week, you ask?
Fine and dandy...Owen was sick and feverish all weekend. He's teething, so he's not sleeping well, and he was feverish. I woke up this morning to Heather taking her shirt off and I started thinking "Well alright baby, I knew you couldn't resist my mojo for long". No, it was not the time for morning nookie, McKenna woke up crying and when Heather picked her up she puked everywhere on Heather. Now she's running a fever too. The dishwasher died with much noise and smoke and the smell of burning plastic, and of course, to top it off, this morning...the Nissan died. Yes, that's right folks, our back-up car bit the big one. We just recently got a recall notice that the fuel injectors might give up, but not all at once, instead, maybe just one, or a few, which is, of course, BAD for your engine, as apparently happened here.
So, right now, I'm the master of disaster. If you want something broken, holler at me, and I can make it happen.
Everything bad happens in threes. I think you've had enough disaster in the past few weeks to last a VERY long time. I'm glad to see you are keeping your sense of humor!