Came home, ate dinner, cable went out. Just like yesterday. Yesterday when I gave them $100 and they said that would solve the problem. I leaned over to get the remote and somehow knocked over a pint glass and a mug. Both of them freaking exploded. And after I cleaned that up I dropped a chicken parmesan filet on the floor. If the wife weren't home, I would have kicked the thing into the hallway and gone to bed. Alas, I still had to call the cable company and deal with an escalating series of nitwits, each contradicting the one before them.
So yeah. Already missing vacation amongst the land of mispelled signs and fried pies. Ergo: