That's it... I'm throwing in the towel. Don't try to talk me out of it either because I won't listen. Let's recap....
In the past two weeks, my MacBook has been thrown (well, maybe that's dramatic, it was dropped) down a flight of stairs. Our TV has been cracked in two places, a Wii remote broken, my printer had Kool-Aid spilled on it. We've gone through THREE fish (that's right, the black one died over the weekend) and resigned ourselves to the fact that we rescued an ATTACK CAT. And when I finally got my Mac back last week, the geniuses (their term, not mine) had forgotten to put the air port back into it so I couldn't get internet service. You guessed it, the Macbook went BACK to Memphis and I STILL don't have it.
Then this past weekend, Brian and I went to Memphis for his 20 year class reunion. And someone STOLE my cell phone. Remember, the Blackberry that I love to hate? GONE! And to make matters worse, we know WHERE it is, we just can't get it back. One nice little feature on my Blackberry is GPS locator. Which we activated and tracked the phone to an exact address in Memphis. Brian and I went to the address (probably stupid, I know) and couldn't get anyone to the door. Nor would the police help us because they said they don't "do cell phones." Okay, I get it, it is Memphis, they have stabbings and stuff to work out, but still. Wouldn't you think that the cops would want someone to just hand them a thief, address and all? Apparently not. Anyway, I had insurance, luckily. But I won't have a cell phone until tomorrow, and even then all my contacts and my calendar are not recoverable.
But then today, my darling youngest son decided it was a good idea to paint the brick and a few boards on the fence with red spray paint. His buddy had a can of white and they made some AWESOME decorations! So that's it, I'm resigning my post as Mom and moving to somewhere tropical where I can order stiff drinks on the beach while listening to some reggae music. See you in another lifetime! :)