1. Late last night, HDHusband called into hospital to help with a patient, gone until 1:30 a.m. at least.

2. Alarm goes off. That sucks in and of itself.

3. Sit down at computer, see all sorts of crazy error messages, new homepage, scary stuff going on. Fucking Trojan viruses, you deviant bastards.

4. Call friend in Oregon, try and fix the mess with his download ideas. Nothing working. More error messages. More of me panicking.

5. Call company to fix our computer issue.

6. Wait. Not very patiently. Meanwhile, trying to keep HDToddler occupied by giving him copious amounts of whatever he's asking for. Mommy is still seeing scary messages of "Someone is reading your shit RIGHT NOW!". Piss off whomever you are.

7. Computer guy shows up. I say, "How are you?". His answer, "I am tired and I am hungover".

8. While removing all 23094832098 Trojan viruses on said computer, we begin to talk about hereditary crap. I mention I am adopted. He says, "I don't get how people can take other people's kids. I mean, they aren't YOURS. I couldn't bond with someone else's kid."

9. Me, considering a scissor-kick-death-jab to his balls, but reconsiders because he is getting rid of the "We are taking all of your personal information RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND" messages.

10. I reply with, "You know, my parents tried for seven years - SEVEN - to have children on their own. They couldn't. Their desire was so strong to have a child, they didn't care whose baby it was. They wanted to have children." mumblingunderbreathyouasshole

11. Computer guy complaining that he is hungover, wants caffiene, takes the last Pepsi I have.

12. Finally, computer is fixed. Lots of dinero later. Lots and lots. I am unhappy to have all morning on this project.

13. Run to Walgreens to pick up prescription. Line inside 7 people deep, only one pharmacist. After waiting 15 minutes, I leave.

14. Go to fast food place. Break all my own rules. Kid is starving. I am starving. He eats half a nugget and plays with the toy car instead.

15. Come home, put HDT to bed. It's 2:30 in the afternoon. I still have to pack for our trip this week and get ready for black tie affair this evening.

Meh.