I started my day at 4:30am when my H woke me up from a scary, yucky, bizarre nightmare.

Then I got a mammogram and a flu shot. Both were painful. The mammographer was a nice lady but I wasn't so keen on the chit chat. I wondered what it was about shoving my b**b into shapes and sizes I never thought possible, about 3 dozen times, that made us such good friends. She must be some kind of artist because I swear at one point my b**b looked like the great pyramid. I also think that my n*pple was actually inside my b**b, like Jonah the whale, at a certain especially uncomfortable time. Anyway, sorry for all the mammogram descriptives, but it's been on my mind.

Then I went to my local knit shop to make a pompom. Turns out I'm too dumb to follow the instructions on said "pom pom maker." I thought it should be called "itty bitty bits of yarn waster." Then in the ultimate act of idiocy, I paid $6 for said evil device, because I was just too embarrassed to tell the shop owner I didn't want it, after I already used it (this kind of "return" is actually kosher in the shop that I frequent, but I'm just a pansy).

Then I went to fill up at the gas station, and I couldn't get the pump out of my gas tank. I have been pumping gas for the better part of 30 years. I pulled and pulled and gave it a stern lecture about messing with me on this day. I finally went for help inside and the very nice worker came outside to my car, shut off the valve, kindly explained v.e.r.y. s.l.o.w.l.y that you have to shut off the fueling before you can remove the pump, and walked back inside, no doubt to twitter about his recent encounter with yet another female driver who shouldn't be on the road.

I did have an all too brief bright spot in my day where I was actually able to grocery shop without doing something dumb. And then my day got even better when I was able to have a lovely conversation over the phone with a good friend of mine, and she talked me down from the nightmare that had woke me and sort of dogged me all day.

Then I checked my email and learned that I'd lost a case that I'd worked on for 3 years, the last six months of hearings and oral arguments and scads of written pleadings. I care so much about this client and her case, and the constitutional issues that were involved, and the judge just dismissed it. I am heartbroken, and my client will likely spend the rest of her life in prison on an unjust sentence. I have very little faith left in the criminal justice system.

Then my H got into a dramatic and stupid power struggle with our 10 year old that really hurt his (son's) feelings because sometimes he (H) acts like a total jack@ss with parenting skills borrowed from atilla the hun. Or some other megalomaniac. I tell him that his position is at best silly and at worse coercive. They both try to put me in the middle but I tell them to work it out and as usual, they do, but it really ticked me off. Both of them act like drama queens but they seem to really rock this rupture-and-repair thing.

Pleas someone tell me that it will get better, or give me a hug, please.

Anne