There is something to be said for the power of a hormonal day.

There really should be some new super heroine that can take down any thing that gets in her way while being hormonal.  Maybe she is a bad-ass super-hormonal heroine 1 week a month, making some good use out of all that hormonal heat.  Even menopausal hormones have some high octane.  I know because today I could be heard all the way in Mississippi while ranting on the phone to someone there about what imbeciles the schedulers and repair people are at her company, Direct TV.  I so wish I could have chucked the satellite dishes with my hormonal super strength and sent them sailing like frisbees all the way to Direct TV headquarters.  Really, I would like to speak to the wife of the CEO who would likely understand more than her husband just what I'm talking about here.  How after 3 separate appointments, everything is still seriously fucked up.  Yep that's right, fucked up.  I could have maybe tolerated it better if I wasn't feeling hormonal. Or maybe not. I did stun them silent on the phone as my son looked on with a combination of horror and pride.  "I have never heard you talk like that, Mom." He said. "Very Cool!."  I was so angry it was almost as if a car ran over my cell phone.  Oops, that actually happened as well. (It did somehow survive.)

I'm not sure the ranting worked as after appointment number 4, the problems have not been resolved but and require yet another call and visit.  I'm going to start looking for a cape and think about standing on the roof to greet the next round of repair people that show up, if they show up.   If it isn't fixed this time, at least I will look the part!