... or maybe it was the phone line. In another fabulous Arens v. Missouri showdown, Missouri threw lightning at our phone lines. Monday opened with a dead modem and a dead home phone. I spent about three hours driving around to various AT&T stores to buy a new modem (the first store mysteriously had all their computers down and couldn't open their cash registers) and then trying to install it. Oh, the humanity! And also, the cursing!

We had an actual ponytailed AT&T guy come out to test the phone line, because it kind of worked, then it kind of didn't, then it kind of went completely dead. After he did some stuff, he was all, "Yeah, the lightning blew up your phone." AWESOME!

But, you know, I already spent $81 on a new modem this week, so we dug up my phone from high school, yo.

Extra-long cord included. I've held onto this baby for the last twenty years just in case my phone got hit by lightning or the electrical grid was taken down by enemy spies in black helicopters and I needed to call someone in their bunker. See, everyone? SOMETIMES THE CATASTROPHIZING PAYS OFF!

Last night KCP&L called for Beloved and only wanted to speak to him, so I called my husband to the phone, and he walked up and picked it up and put his hand on his hip and said, "Yes?" and it was totally Mad Men! Woot!

Alas, after we caught up with Missouri, Chateau Travolta revolted. Last night I found myself standing in a puddle of water while cleaning up from dinner. I wiped it up and hoped that maybe someone spilled. 

Um, no. The garbage disposal broke.

AWESOME!

Someone told me Mercury is in retrograde. At work, I've had two co-workers lose their air conditioning and my laptop has had a disk error four times in the last two days. What's broken at your house?