joflasher | Oh Murphy, forgive me

I don't know what I did but Murphy, he is pissed.

1) None of my tests this week could be called a success. Most were absolute failures. One or two, if you stretched the truth until it screamed and turned purple in the face, could at least be called useful.

2) Snow in April and me in a light weight fleece. Boston, I hear, is having a lovely spell of spring weather.

3) My main credit card account was closed on me. It worked yesterday. Today, nada. After about an hour on the phone with the nice automated system, I got a human and found out the account had been compromised in one of the recent grocery store credit fuckups. So now I may or may not have enough credit in my little backup card to cover a week at a decently nice hotel and a rental car. To make matters more fun, I'm supposed to drop the car off before the office opens on Saturday ... which means I'll spend tomorrow on the phone with Avis getting them to change which card they use.

4) I learn of the existence of these shoes ... http://www.dmusastore.com/pc-2190-11-3989-w.aspx . Trust me, the picture doesn't do them justice. They are all old lace and dusty roses. They are beautiful in a beat the shit of you with a delicate lace covered brass knuckle sort of way. Unfortunately, DM only does whole sizes and I am firmly a 7.5 in their sizing. I kept trying on the 7 & 8 and no, they just don't work. Its sad to see a grown woman cry over shoes that she doesn't even own.

5) While we'll probably get out early tomorrow due to lack of things to test, I can't find a reasonable flight home on Friday and will be stuck here until my scheduled departure time.

So Murphy, I'm listening. Your Law is all powerful. I haven't forgotten. Please forgive my crimes, whatever they may be, and don't work your Law on my return flight home. I don't want to be stuck in Houston ... really, I don't.