Freakin' OUCH.

How much is a Super to shoulder?! Yes I am going through a difficult time, but last night's event really took the cake on the "Pain Factor" scale.

First the disaster that is my marriage.

Then my Papaw has a heart attack.

And now I can put a fucking Ohio State Buckeye cherry on top.

You know... I did not necessarily think I would pop open washingtonpost.com and find THIS picture right smack in front of me. For the love of sweet baby jeebus, can't a girl ignore her problems without pictorial reminders first thing in the morning?
Damn, that's cold. Washingtonpost.com, I take it personally.