Here it is, your 2015 Champagne-O-Meter!
Yeah, I know; you expected a bang and all you got was this whimper. And the total re-design of my blog isn’t ready, either. Sorry, but we have to put up with sans-serif font for just a little while longer.
Luckily, after a week of 20 degree weather here on the shores of the Long Island Sound, you know our bubbly will be nice and popsicle-y for when we pop it open for our annual Ugly Cake Contest later today.
In the meantime, I want to welcome myself back to the interwebworld! I’ve missed you! And I want to thank all youse who have stopped by to pay a visit! I could use some cheering up!
I’ve had a terrible, terrible streak of everything-should-revolve-around-me-level of bad luck this year so yesterday, when the Customer Service guy at Staples (His name tag said “Awesome”. Really, it did. ) replied to my customer serve issue with a smile, and says, as if to gladden my day,
“C’est la vie”
something in me snapped.
Being mistaken for the kind of emotionally well-balanced and friendly person who finds it endearing when some self-appointed Buddha decides that the Customer Service Desk at Staples is the perfect place to be the beacon that shines a little light on my path to enlightenment, well, that does NOT bring out the best in me.
One of the things I did, on my year off from blogging, was get a solid “C” in my Anger Management course so, no, the…uh… conversation did not end up the way it usually does, with the guy from Staples threatening to call the cops. But I made sure that the next time he tells a customer “C’est le vie”, he better be prepared for an ear beating in very loud, at least 70% correctly conjugated, don’t-fuck-with-me French.
Yesterday, the day I wanted to make something special for this Re-Boot Post, things got so bad that I ate cake batter for lunch.
But then, later that evening, when I saw the carrier of the Last Straw heading my way, I made the conscious decision that at that point, all I could do was laugh. That’s how I ended up, doubled over in my driveway at 7:30 PM in the sub-freezing cold, laughing and laughing and laughing about how I had just spent a half hour in the dark and freezing cold FOR NO REASON AT ALL (long story, the LIRR was running late, that kind of thing), laughing and laughing. Seriously. I could not keep a straight face at that point.
Then I went into the house, poured me a glass of wine, and laughed and laughed and laughed some more. That was dinner.
Upshot is: Give me until
cocktail hour tea time to do today what I tried, oh, how I tried, to do for you yesterday.
And then we will get the party started!
P.S. HA ha ha ha hahahahahahaha. The Comments on this post are CLOSED (I closed them when the blog went floringe in 2013) and I can’t OPEN them!!! Don’t ask me why/how, but whacking the side of my computer doesn’t help. I would love to hear from you — I’m at vivianswift at yahoo dot com.