I'm like that bad-luck idol that Bobby and Peter found in Hawaii on that episode of "The Brady Bunch"
My luck today is crap. So Lily decided it would be cool to wake up at 5:30 this morning. Oh, ha ha! What a rich joke. I dragged ass into the living room and let her play on the computer while I ran around the house naked, kicking stuff and muttering to myself. She asked me to help her with something on the computer (which is, incidentally, right in front of the window), and as I leaned in to assist her, we heard the baritone bark of Rambo, our neighbor's bull mastiff, taking a river-sized leak outside our window. Of course Lily immediately yanked back the curtain to see Rambo and his owner, thereby giving our entire block a full-frontal flash of my unmentionables. Then Bitchmother came out and grabbed the curtain and howled something incomprehensible and I just felt awful. It wasn't the best of mornings.
So I just got a call from Shawn. He's currently standing forlorn on the side of the road holding a pair of jumper cables and gesturing pleadingly at our Hyundai, which is dead b/c (allegedly) of lil' old me.
Supposedly I left the back door slightly ajar last night, causing the interior light to remain on (no way, not even), which apparently made the battery to die. So when Shawn and Lily went out to the car this morning to go to school, the car was, well, you know, dead. And parked on the wrong side of the street. So they got a ticket. And had to walk to school.