This is gonna be a two-parter

To explain why I didn't post yesterday.

Mr. Samoa and I went to get my new glasses in the AM. They are a lot stronger than the old ones so are going to take some getting used to, but I digress. On the way up, we stopped and got some donut holes. These turned out to be cursed donut holes, though we did not know it at the time.

On the way back, we both felt sick. Only thing in common that we had eaten was the donut holes. I actually, um, became ill. Just outside of Bugpit, we spotted what appeared to be a drunk driver weaving all over the road. So, call highway patrol, report same. Get home, roll partway back down driveway as a still-rattled Mr. Samoa forgets to put the car in park. :P

Work was, for me, fairly uneventful. Not so Mr. Samoa. He has a work situation that, extremely simplified, basically is that this guy either needs to do something to help or shut his mouth. There had been yet another flare-up of this that evening. I didn't know this, and was peeved that Mr. Samoa was late as we had to be somewhere before 8. Consequently, poor Mr. Samoa got home and had sort of a mini-breakdown. I think we got him on a course of action, but it wasn't much fun.

I think the donut holes were cursed.

(Next post, the few good things that did happen.)