beyond pissed

I go away on a mini vacation, a little R&R while hubs does some CME.  I come home to house that looks like a pizza bomb exploded, a sick child (double freakin' ear infection, thank you) --- salad from saturday night in the living room floor (did they eat on the floor because of the pizza bomb) a trash can over flowing (hello, are ya waiting for it to grow legs and walk to the trash bin outside)?  And then I come to find a little release with blogger only to find that blogger has eaten all my previous post prior to April, reset my counter, and deleted my comments?  Great Day.  I am headed back to the spa, the old bleached blonde, washed up playboy bunny that was lounging by the pool has got to still be there and at this point I am in desperate need a good laugh.  I can only how her partner is there with his man boobs.