A little break from the drama, please.

So, last week it was swine flu, and I had a few unexpected days off, but then had to go back to work before I planned since everything got political and the CDC suddenly reversed its position on closing schools.

Early Friday morning, Juice's car caught on fire sitting in our driveway.


It was a miracle that our house was not damaged at all. The bushes in the front are a little crispy, and the car is a total loss, but our family is safe, and our home intact.

We've been waiting a day and a half for someone to come take the burned hunk of metal out of our driveway, though, and I don't have a very good feeling about the speed at which Juice's insurance is operating.

And if someone tries to tell us that they'll just repair the vehicle and return it to us, that someone is going to get a size 14 up their ass.

I'd just like a week of normalcy before our lives get turned upside down again when this baby is born. Is that too much to ask?