Why do things always go wrong all at once?
-Dustin's phone died while I was in Denver. Thankfully it was time for him to have a new phone anyhow, so it was cheap enough to replace.
-Ginny spilled water on my keyboard. My fault for forgetting to move the glass, but why can't she drink out of her dish like a normal cat? (oxymoron though that might be)
-My printer stopped printing. It would, on occasion, print word documents. If it wanted to. PDF's and JPEGS (both needed for the job applications) weren't happening. But, he was 6 years old and the new version of the same one was on sale.
-My phone is jacking up. It occasionally powers off instead of answering the call. So now if it's a number I don't know I have to let it go to voicemail and then call back so I don't hang up on a job call. $300 to get the one I want to replace it because I'm 2 months shy of my upgrade time. I guess I'll deal.
-If I get one more interview follow up call that follows the basic script of "you were great, but we've decided to go with the person with a dick who can coach football" I might seriously flip out on somebody.

But, somewhat positive, my mother is coming down next week to go put the downpayment on my wedding dress.

sample was the wrong size, and it was spur of the moment shopping they day the pictures were taken, so no strapless bra, but this is it