*biting lip*

I don't know why I bother to have dinner at my mother's house.

Tonight she went into her 'gay marriage destroys the sanctity of marriage' spiel. This is so fucking ironic coming from my mother, given that her marriage is so wide open you could drive a truck through it.

I could taste the words, "Actually, you do a pretty fucking good job of that yourself" on my tongue.

But because I am tired, I bit down on my tongue until I tasted blood and kept mostly silent. Understand that my mother feels that 'you people' (read: the homosexual menace) should have the right to be 'domestic partners' and have insurance and benefits and such. She just feels that marriage should be held sacred.

There is nothing on earth I hate more than a hypocrite.

i should have stayed in bed.

I got up this morning to throw a load of laundry in the dryer.

Only to discover, when I reached the basement, that the lint trap had come unfastened during the load, blocked the drain, and flooded the basement.

Sigh.

i should have stayed in bed, part 2

The full list of reasons I should have stayed in bed:

1. The basement flooded. Flooding of any part of the homestead is an automatic guarantee that the day is going to suck ass.

2. One (or potentially more) of the cats, while I was dealing with the Deluge, decided to chew on the greens that came with the roses I got on Friday. This caused an upset stomach, which was relieved only when s/he (they) horked all over my kitchen. At that point, I was just grateful they did it on the linoleum.

3. I remembered the Very Important Thing I was supposed to tell everyone (on Friday) for the Monday AM meeting. Did I tell them? Of course not.

4. I ran downstairs to head out the door, stopping to throw on my shoes (yes, saff, like a good Honorary Asian, I do not wear my shoes in the house) only to discover that my black stretchy slide thingies were missing in action.

5. There was a detour on my usual route to work, forcing the normally ten minute drive to take 21.

Now, I know what you're saying. Clearly, the Hand of God appeared several times during this period, saying quite obviously, "GET THEE BACK INTO BED, YOU FOOL!".

Did I listen?

Of course not.

I'm such a moron.