"Head...Shoulders...Knees and...SOCKS!"

So for those of you who read Shiny's blog this morning are all aware of the imminent threat to our home by zombies during the incredibly rare extended power outage we had.  I had woken up the in the middle of night to darkened silence, thought it was weird, and promptly went back to my happy dream.  This morning however, it was warm, and annoying, and still quiet.  It fell to me to explain to the kid why he couldn't have his usual toast or waffles or milk for breakfast.  And why he couldn't watch The Wiggles on TV.  Shiny bringing up the radio was confusing - as that was working just fine.  Av's solution was that we call Handy Manny to fix the electricity.

Once I got him fed and dressed, we rushed out of the house to stop at the 7-11 to pick him up some yogurt for lunch, as I wasn't going to open the fridge.  We did, they didn't have his preferred vanilla, so we had another round on that topic.  We finally get to school and I realize that I left Av's naptime bag at home.  So after dropping the kid off, I had to schlep BACK HOME to get the darned nap sack.  Happily though, the power company guy was outside and he explained to me all about the underground cable problem, our low voltage cable (which is why we rarely lose power when the rest of the neighborhood does), and that it would be back up and running in a few hours no sweat. 

Seeing as how I was already late for work and cranky, I decide on my way back to the preschool to stop at the Starbucks to pick me up a pick me up Frappuccino.  What got in to me I don't know, but I ordered the new summer flavor Orange Mocha.  It wasn't until I was already buckled back into my car that I realized what an INCREDIBLY HIDEOUS MISTAKE OF MASSIVE PROPORTIONS I had just made.  It tasted like a ground baby asprin frapp.  YICK.  I don't think that the Baristas would have made me a new one if I had walked back in and admitted to how nasty this was and could I get a different flavor all together.  I assumed they would charge me, and I was already in the car, so I suffered.  Can I just say that I'm still paying for that mistake?  Oh for the love of all that is sacred in my life and world I will never order that thing again.

I get to the school, drop off the bag for happy boy, and go to work.  And I can't read Mindsay at work now because it is blocked by our "RED WARNING SCREEN OF INAPPROPRIATE INTERNET DOOM".  Grrr.