So I wake up at 5AM, that’s not part of the suckage, it’s normal (though I suppose that still sucks). Mrs Chance gets Lil Baby Kate from her crib! “AH!”, she cries, “look at her!” Yes, Lil Baby Kate’s glands are roughly the size of Short Hill Mountain. I get to stay home and take her to the doctor.
Pack her up at 9AM. Hit the road. Car dies. Start it up again, drive for a bit, car dies. ARGH. The car absolutely will not run without being constantly fed gas. Damn spark plugs.
Get to doctors office. They do a culture. Christ on a crutch, Kate has strep throat. No day care for her today OR tomorrow. What a fun 4th of July we’ll have.
Pharmacy loses our prescription. It takes an hour+ to get it filled.
You go ahead and stick that blow torch in my ear we’ll call it the end of a perfect day.