Saturday, October 13, 2007

It's NOT Friday, Right?

You know it's Friday the 13th, err, Saturday the 13th when your alarm clock is frozen at 3:12am. Not flashing, not blinking, just sitting there with big red digital numbers and not moving. M unplugged it and replugged it, no go.

Then, the digital tv receiver was stuck later on this morning at 9:50am. Ok, don't panic. Might be a digital clock rebellion. Perhaps the digital numbers had a union meeting and decided to strike.

Then you go to get some yummy spinach and cheese pizza in the back of the freezer and whammo, your finger takes a nice slice right across the index. A couple paper towels later, a concerned dog wondering why your towels are turning crimson red, and it's back the freezer because lunch is still required.

I am now curled up on the lap of M and we're going to watch a horror flick. Because today is not a day to mess with going anywhere in a car, train or plane. I'm not even going to tell M I told her so when she burned the roof of her mouth on a slice of pizza.

I tell ya, it must be Friday the 13th.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)