I came home from work to find that my beloved laptop was dead. It only took 4 hours and one reformat to get back online.
While dinking with the computer and reassuring the children that I wasn't angry that they were the last ones to touch the computer before it died - Tiny dog took a shit on the floor.
I tripped over Stinky dog and almost broke my leg.
And then Sweety came home to have this conversation with me:
"Hey, lets have a baby soon!"
*blink* *blink* "No, Sweety. Not anytime soon. We will someday. Maybe."
"Why don't you get in shape and THEN get pregnant?"
"Wow! I think that's the most insulting thing that anyone's ever said to me! Congratulations on being that lucky individual!"
On that note, I shooed Sweety out the door and to work.
My oaf of a husband and his computer breaking children will be lucky to see the sun rise.