Curses, Curses, Curses

I must be the most cursed female on earth! We didn't get anything done Saturday, as I was dooky blasting the apartment. Sunday, I was fine, we went and got the laundry done.

So we figured, good, today we will do the marketing. Bad move. I had no sooner got into the store, than I am doubled up with stomach pains. Between a less than bright clerk and the fact he neglected to mention we needed a quarter to use the bathroom, there was a major accident!

I dooky blasted the ladies room floor, toilet and my shorts. I washed out my shorts in the sink -- and put them back on, soaking wet so that I could at least get back to the apartment.

Turns out that the margarine Nick bought is made of soybeans -- and I am allergic to soy in any form.

The rest of the day has been uneventful, except that I am tired of eating white rice, which is all they recommend when one has these problems.

Except for one little hitch that is -- when I got back from the market all I wanted was a hot shower so I could clean up -- forgetting the water was off due to repairs on the lines.

Curses, foiled again. Finally got my shower mid-afternoon. I hope this trend doesn't continue or I am going to invest all my spare money (ha ha) in Kaopectate or Imodium D stock!!!