I’m hot. Damn hot. Hot and sweaty and grumpy with a twingy back and whiny dog and a toddler who’s idea of fun right now is trying to drive his hotwheels on the LCD TV. Arrrgh.

But wait; it gets better:

I figured watching “Cars” (the movie) would be a good diversion from how damn hot we all are. But the movie froze in the middle (at one hour, four minutes, and twenty-six seconds, to be precise). So I figure, no problem; we’ll just switch to watching something streaming on the computer that’s hooked up to the same TV.

But oh, wait, the batteries in the cordless mouse are dead. But since I am a minor computer deity, I can sign into the machine and navigate sans mouse while I charge some batteries. No problem. Then I put the freshly charged batteries in the mouse, try to connect it to the computer and it won’t respond, probably because I need to hit the “connect” button on the wireless transceiver for the mouse, but that’s all…the…stinkin’…way…across…the…room. So that didn’t happen either.

But that’s OK, because there’s an X-Box hooked up to the TV, too. So the boy and I started driving “slow crashy cars” (well, how do *you* spell “Eve of Destruction?”). But then, right in the middle of the demo derby, we get a “Sorry, your disk is f**ked” error.

That wasn’t OK. So we ate chocolate, I let the whiny dog out to pee, and the boy is watching “Blue’s Clues” while I bitch. Yup; it’s another evening in paradise.