Think Out Loud [51] May Daze

May has kicked my butt. 5 posts, that's all I've managed, 6 with this one. It started with John screaming that it hurt to pee. That issue took two weeks to resolve, two trips to the doctor (one of them being the specialist who took out John's kidney when he was 1), and a mohawk haircut. That's right, I wiggled a boatload of happiness out of him by way of a rockin' haircut, or he worked my mom-concern for him and negotiated a mohawk. Whatever. He's five. All five year old boys and girls should get a mohawk at least once. It's that cute. 

Then  my computer decided to freak out on me. I was in the middle of preparing ARC's for the third book in my Touched Girl series, and BAM, messages kept popping up, my computer kept shutting down and not starting up. And the really bad thing was that I could not call for tech support that week. I have a rule, everyone in my life actually has this rule for me, I am not allowed to call tech support or customer service during a certain time of the month (every month). Yep. Let's just say there was one time I was having a dispute with Chase over fraudulent claims on my account and maybe I called them thieving bastards. 

Then the very day my computer drama was resolved my clutch went out. Yep. I took it to the shop because the girl just had no oomph, which is how I described my car issue to the guy behind the counter. 

John is all better (and looks so dang adorable especially since he lost his two bottom teeth). My computer is fixed and the ARCs are out. And the first time I shifted into first after the new clutch was put in, I squealed at the power, grabbed the wheel with both hands and I'm not joking said, "I wanna learn how to race cars!" 

So it's all good, people. There are a bunch of review marathons in my near future and catching up to do on everyone's blogs. I've missed you all.