Seriously folks... I mean, come on?! What is going on here?!?
Friday afternoon - I am talking with my contractor about the kitchen layout and he says, "Did you just see something?" Huh? He walks over to where he saw something out of the corner of his eye and looks up. A drop of water lands on his face. We crawl through the attic crawl space and sure enough, the roof is leaking.
Friday evening - I get the call I have been dreading. Ian calls me to pick him up because he was hit as he was biking home. A Vespa scooter was trying to get around another car that had cut it off. The Vespa's kickstand caught the wheel of Ian's bike and pulled it out from under him while he was waiting to turn. The Vespa dragged his bike up the road for a block before it realized Ian's bike was attached. Ian walked away with pretty minor injuries -- just some scrapes and bruises. But we were both pretty shaken up.
Saturday - After a very long and tiring day of looking at kitchen stuff we picked up some food from an organic store. I went to microwave my veggies and rice. Suddenly I heard a snap and saw a spark. The microwave is dead.
Today is Sunday. I think I will stay in bed all day. I can't handle any more drama, crises, or anything else going wrong or breaking.