Merry Effing Christmas...Where's The Tylenol?

My higher-order life-liver sister Jilly had one of those Clark Griswald "jelly of the month club instead of Christmas bonus" days yesterday...you know, those days where everything could be infinitely worse and you're blessed and all that but a chain of events simply goes askew? Keep in mind that this is the abridged version:

She had to take friend to the airport very early, which can be a hassle to simply drop off one guy in these orange alert days. She then got about 15 seconds of earthquake as a San Francisco treat. Then her fridge was in that limbo between a $12 part and a $700 overhaul, and on those days you just know where that pendulum will swing. She has a friend who was depending on her to take her to a doctor's appointment (and this friend is on "suicide watch"--whatever that is) who she had to tell to wait until her delayed refrigerator repair person got the job done. Hmmm. So, while the refrigerator repair person was working she figured she'd track gifts she'd sent designed to arrive by Christmas Eve for our family celebration on Wednesday. Her FedEX tracker told her they were here:



She had to e-mail us what we would've gotten if the purchased bounty hadn't been on this incinerated plane. Hopefully today will be better for you, Jilly! Hang in there!