It seems that just like celebrity deaths and bad luck, episodes of family stupidity also come in threes. I respectfully request that in the future, the Universe and Powers That Be please see to it I never have to deal with three family members being stupid in the same day. It would be nice if I would never have to deal with three family members being stupid in the same week, but I am certain that would be asking too much … of my family.

I’m not even going to rant about it. I have had a wine cooler and a nap, and at this very moment, I am feeling something that may very well be called “calm”. If I started to rant about it, I would be forced to walk over to the nearest wall and just bang my head against it for at least thirty minutes in order to restore this somewhat calm feeling, as I am currently out of wine coolers and don’t need another nap.

Tomorrow, provided I am feeling human enough to be out among other humans and the risk of me strangling any stupid people that get in my path is low, I am going shopping for kitchen gadgets. I need … no … REQUIRE some shopping therapy (and new kitchen gadgets).