The straightener broke...a calamity every mother of a teen girl knows. AND, the new boots are squeaking, like the cart in the supermarket, and as such, they are making the wearer more than a little crazy. She yelled. I yelled. Her brother laughed.
There is no half 'n half in the house. I could have sworn there was some downstairs. Now I am the irritated one.
Apparently, the quote I had for today, will happen a little later on.
This afternoon I will be pampered, courtesy of my mother, with my two sisters, at the chi-chi, fru-fru Ritz Carlton spa to a day of delightful decadence. Honestly, I can't be cranky for very long knowing I've got a massage, scrub and pedicure coming up in a few hours.
I will order a new straightener. (Where's a groupon when you need one?)
I will call Steve Madden, personally, and ask him to fix the squeaky boot.
I will run to the corner store and buy half 'n half while still in my jammies.
I will be fiercely kind about it all.
UPDATE: the straightener was under a two year warranty. They are shipping a new one. The boots were still in stock - getting a new pair and returning the squeaky pair. I used skim milk. It wasn't nearly as delicious, but it got the job done.