This day started off with this:
Jane (upon attempting to turn on the "freshly washed by Lex" coffee pot that won't turn on): "FUCK! Really?! REALLY?!
I regret to inform you that that phrase was in consistent use the rest of the day. It was just a REALLY?! kind of a day.
I am doing everything I can think of to alleviate the mounting stress but nothing seems to be working. I'd really like whomever stole my rainbows and bubbles and puppies and kittens to return them please along with the rest of that stuff I loaned out and should have gotten back by now. Because being this Jane? Sucks. For everyone.