Come-uppance...

...a coloquialism for Karma.  What goes around, comes around.  Do unto others.

I'm feeling persecuted.  Like a martyr.  Except this Charles Bronson thing is creeping in. Death Wish.  Vigilante justice. 

Unfortunately, I talk big, but when it comes to risky behaviors, I'm more of a Walter Mitty than a Charles Bronson.  Here's a good trivia question.  What was his character's name?  Answer:  Paul Kersey.  Who knew?

I've had a day.  The Daddler and his favorite daughter (not me), ganged up on me.  I spent 6.5 hours trying to cut through red tape, while being blamed for everything from the national deficit to the 15 wrong turns The D was sure of.

On the up-side.  I got the coolest Brooks sprinting shoes (not that I ever sprint, but they weigh nothing and they're cute and half the price I'd pay at a civilian retail store with exhorbitant sales tax).  We have two boxes of The D's Vella Burgundy wine for 2/3 of the civvy price.  I got a great deal on D&G Light Blue.  I want to asphixiate on this stuff.  I bought a 12 pack of Dos Equis for $10.44.  For Kiddo.  Who will be 21 in July.  And for the record, he'll have to wait until then to drink it.  Also, for the record, The D bought all these goodies as gifts to express his appreciation for the loving-kindness shown to him by his captors sweet, loving family.

I'm tired.  So, so, very tired...