Last weekend was a bust. I’ll just put it that way. Rest and reflection are good things, I suppose, but, meh.

Then came a Monday full of point and click work.

And, a Tuesday of point and click and typing and more work.

Then, it was Wednesday, and I met with a client and had lunch with an old friend. That was a good day

On Thursday, I found out my grandmother was in the hospital for a heart issue. Heart failure. Emergency pacemaker. 1000 miles away.

Panic. Tears. Cringe. Repeat.

Grandma is ok, now, but, she’s old and the writing is on the wall. The doctor threatened us all that she’ll live to be 100. Yikes.

Friday was a big day for a meeting that lasted most of the day until the kids’ early dismissal. I was terrified to go to this meeting because the party van is acting like, well, my grandmother was. Made it through the meeting, somewhat less confused about the role I’m playing in that organization, picked up the kids and chilled for about an hour.

Then, I had to take the stepdog to the vet, where I was certain this was the day she was being put to sleep. I wussed out. Two more weeks. Sigh.

All sorts of new e-mails hit my box from the newest client, and I am just worn the fuck down.

Saturday, I take my car in. Hoping for a $300 fix. Its $1,200. I don’t have $1,200. Superman was instrumental in getting that cost down from what could have likely been $2,000. I’m kind of sad that the whole woman/car thing happens, but, I’m also pretty grateful that he had my back on that.

For all intents and purposes, if things weren’t so wonky with the relationship, it was a stellar day. Out of nowhere, really, all of this good stuff just kept happening. Makes me more confused than ever. Relationships suck.

This morning, I woke up and asked for an update on the car. I need my car by tomorrow morning, or nobody is going to school and life as we know it will cease to exist. Superman and the Dynamic Duo have a big Scouts event this evening, so, getting my car back before that seemed really important. No ETA on the car. I get up and go shower.

I come back to a series of messages about my car, saying basically that the mechanic working on my car DIED in an accident on the way to work (to finish my car) so there would be a delay.

Ummmm. Fuck. I even kill them when I don’t KNOW them. Should I send flowers? Do I need to rent a car? WTF? Does he have a family?

Let’s recap: grandmother almost dies, StepDog almost dies, MECHANIC DEAD?

In disbelief, I continue to read chat messages, when finally…

Superman:  I cant do it

its too mean

he was in an accident

but he did not die

he is just going to be late

i was going to let you think that

all the way up to you picking up the car

knowing you would say something

and just bust out laughing

me:  you’re an asshole

Superman:  but i love you too much

god dammit

me:  ASSSSSSHOLE

Superman:  that was fucking genius

and my love for you ruined it

me:  that’s fine, my love for you will just slowly eat away at your will to live

painfully

Superman:  lmmfao

i am crying over here

me:  you are so dead

Superman:  melia

me:  every meal, every bottle of pepsi I get you…

Then, he CALLS me so I can hear him laugh and giggle. CALLS ME. At one point he says, “at least you’re never bored around me.”

If he would just use his power for good and not for fucking with me, I’d totally put his name on my Cast of Characters. But, he steals my lighters (my vagina lighter… sigh…) and does his best kindergarten imitation of a boy with a crush. Tells me to stop panicking over everything, drives me nuts, is totally, 100% insane, creates a world of problems for me… and just doesn’t give up on me (even though I’m perfect, yo). Too bad he’s only a friend

Here’s to a better week full of undead, um, no… full of life and living and the “L” word – that’s right, Lesbians.