So for nearly the past week No-Longer-Teenager-No#1 has been getting a great deal of stress and worry and crass stupidity from a completely incomptent team of customer services reps who work for a huge international office supplies/computer company. At some point I am going to blog the story here (unbelievable stuff!), but for now I need to be cautious because I might be taking legal action if this bloody stupid international office supplies/computer company doesn’t get its act together and sort out this problem.
In the meantime, something completely unrelated (but was yet another straw on the back of the camel of her bad week) happened to poor No-Longer-Teenager-No#1, which I am going to tell you about. . .
Here is the e-mail conversation Oh Patient One and I had with her this morning. Bear in mind that we are a family of writers.
No-Longer-Teenager-No#1: To cap my awful week, I am now at work cleaning up a carton of peach yogurt that exploded ALL. OVER. THE. INSIDE. OF. MY. BAG. Think someone’s trying to tell me something?
Oh Patient One: Well, maybe there is a whole microcosmic world at the bottom of your bag, and your yogurt was the big bang.
Me (running with Oh Patient One’s idea): And something like the second law of thermodynamics could be involved. Maybe a few minutes in your yogurt-infested bag was really like 13.7 billion years in our time, and you, by the process of cleaning, have smoothed out differences in temperature, pressure, density and the yogurt potential that may have existed in the yogurt system.
No-Longer-Teenager-No#1: So apparently I wiped out a whole universe of yogurt worshipping beings?
Oh Patient One: That about sums it up, hon.
Me: You know, there could be a book in this.
No-Longer-Teenager-No#1: I am the destroyer of worlds! Rawr! LOL. From no other parental units would I get yogurt-worshipping mini-beings and the space time continuum, all going on inside my bag because of an accident with peach yogurt!!!
Michelle 
PS. Little update on the bag. It’s fine, but with a newly acquired smell of eau-de-peche!
Very cute. You and your husband sound like fun people/parents to be around.
So are you saying my bag smells like fish?
Gee thanks…
Aw, thank you, Diana. I shall leave that one for No-Longer-Teenager-No#1 and Teenager-No#2!
And LOL to No-Longer-Teenager-No#1. Even though pecher in French means to fish, a peach is definitely a peche, and a fish is a poisson. Although you’d think that pecher should mean to pick peaches. . .
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