So.......Karma really fucked up this time.
I'm a good person, right? I'd like to think I am. I donate some of my hard earned, paltry shekels to charity. I hand things out to the homeless. I volunteer at the school. But above all, I try. I try so hard to be good, kind, and honest. I try to be the kind of person, co-worker, employee, spouse, and friend that I would want to be around. Then why? Why, Karma? Why did you choose to not only incinerate my car but to give my family the puke flu for Christmas? There are rumors among my work circle that you fucked up. Please, right this wrong.
Yeah. We've been sick. Lucy first. It started before Christmas and culminated with her halfheartedly opening her gifts while lying in my lap on Christmas morning. Then me. Missing work and wanting to die. Next came Jay, lying in bed saying, "This is horrible. I think I'm having contractions!" Everyone but Monty, who is immune to stomach viruses and has thrown up, literally, only once in his life. While we've been retching he's been walking around eating fish stick sandwiches waiting for us to get better.
I've really tried to be cheerful. I've tried to stay upbeat and look on the bright side but honestly, at this point, only a lunatic would be able to find the bright side of six loads of barf laundry and a window view of a burned out Volkswagen. (It will be gone tomorrow. It will be gone tomorrow. It will be gone tomorrow.)
BUT...........I have good friends. Everyone has been super supportive and kind. All of my local people have offered to help. Even people who I didn't think had me on their radar, have been wonderful and surprising. Plus, I have some happy things to look forward to: book club tomorrow and New Year's Eve with the Lindgren's. Plus, the car situation isn't dire. It's not great, but manageable and the future looks bright.
Just get your shit together Karma, because I'm banking on 2013 being the year of Tammie.