Duuuuuuuude.

At least it wasn’t the transmission!!

Wow! Only 6 more months to go. It’s been a long road, but it will definitely be worth it.

And dedicate it to the masses, of which I am a current member, all having found ourselves at one time or another, unhappily subjected to these horrors without the slightest thought of retaining dignity (which flies out the window, immediately). Historically, they seem to come in threes. Why is that?

These experiences often result in trauma induced home remedies like, copious consumption of the most caloric decadent chocolate in recent history, numerous shots of tequila, must be Quervo black to be worth any weight at all, and/or puffing the ever popular funny smelling hand rolled sin of your choice, all consumed rapidly, to bring the never understated blessed relief needed for enduring times like these.

This relief always comes way too late and never lasts long enough to fully process the trauma the likes of which you have described.

One can only hope that your daughter will glow in the after vision of your brilliance as you struggled through your frustration and agony with grace and the presence of mind not to ogle those cute firemen, et al. Hopefully she will also bring along a cozy coat should there be a horrifying next time.

I also heavily recommend “Cherry Garcia” by Ben and Jerry’s (a blatant and unrepentant advert for my favorite ice creamery).Ben & Jerry’s remains my personal “after inoculation” self induced personal bribe. I remain fully awed at your composure.