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Following a night of door slamming and being told that I am the "WORST MOTHER IN THE WORLD!!!!" I wake up and attempt to give kids breakfast, eat breakfast myself, then get dog to vet by 8am so she can have the exploratory surgery and biopsies.

Kids fighting. Daughter's friend calls and says she can't walk to school with daughter today, so I must drive her. Make daughter's vegebacon and son's waffle. Start to make my own breakfast and coffee, but have to race to drop off daughter. Race home, finishing making my breakfast (vegebacon and cottage cheese in a pita) and realize I don't have time to eat it so wrap in a paper towel and pile son, sandwich and dog (not to mention self) in car and drive to carpool rendez-vous.

Get out of car to ask other mother if son can stay with her so I can get the dog to the vet in time for surgery. She says yes. I get back in car. Reach for sandwich. It's gone and dog is licking her chops. The same dog who wasn't supposed to have any food or water after midnight. Yes, that dog. Who has now eaten 3/4 of a vegebacon and cottage cheese pita sandwich. MY 3/4 of a vegebacon and cottage cheese pita sandwich.

Call the_webmeister in hysterics. Complain about the injustice of it all, because if I hadn't had to drive daughter to school I would have eaten breakfast at home and there wouldn't have been a sandwich in the car for Sandy to consume. He tells me to shut-up and call the vet. I shut up and call vet. Vet says that it would be dangerous to perform surgery if she's eaten.

Me: :-(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Take dog home. Will need to return dog to vet the following morning to board over the weekend while we go to New Jersey to celebrate The Webmeister's birthday with his family. Dog's surgery will take place on Monday morning, and she will be at the vet's already so no chance of her eating my breakfast.

Meanwhile, while the Webmeister (aka, Mr. Handyman) is in town, I'm taking the opportunity to get him to do those little chores for which men are so useful. Not that, you dirty minded so-and-so's! (ok, maybe that, but we won't discuss that here, this being The Clean Blog.) No, I'm talking about things like fixing the plastic thingie on the shower door so it doesn't leak.

We take a little jaunt to Norwalk, heading for Home Depot in search of plastic thingies, although the Webmeister isn't sure that Home Depot will have the right stuff. But lo! Right before we get to HD, there appears before me a sign, like an oasis of serendipity in a previously unserendipitous morning:



For some reason, TWM and I found this rather hilarious, as well as being serendipitous. I mean seriously - how often does it happen that you happen to be looking for, say...a specific size of widgit to fix your thingie, and then you're driving along wondering where the @$#^&& you're going to find that size of widgit and figuring that with the way your morning has been going with the Pita Plundering Pet there's no way you're going to find it and then, all of a sudden you see "MR WIDGIT"!!

I don't know about you, but in The Surreal Life of Saraclaradara, this sort of fortuitous happening is rare.

Meanwhile, on the dog surgery front...successful happened this morning and nothing obvious found. We're awaiting the results of the biopsies later this week for more news.

And thanks to The Webmeister and Mr. Shower Door, my shower door is now water tight.