We just passed our third annual ‘fricken’ day, which was celebrated with much gusto. So although the day of using ‘fricken’ indiscriminately is past (now it needs to be used selectively, at the individuals discretion), I think in this case it is warranted…

There I was, gracelessly contorted on the floor, doing one of my final stretches to conclude the self-inflicted torture of my daily exercise regime, and all of a sudden there was silence (music is played at extreme volume in attempt to block my brain from thinking too much about how much I don’t like doing exercises and about all the more fun, important, or just about anything else I would prefer to spend an hour doing instead of what I am currently engaged in), quickly followed by an odd, pitchy, rapid bleeping noise.  At first I thought perhaps there had been a power surge and my computer was in the throws of having its final stroke (evidently, according to my son, my 10 year old computer should have been taken out back and shot long before now).  A quick look up from my position on the floor revealed the cat, paws on the keyboard, staring in rapt at the screen. The (place appropriate expletive here) cat had annihilated my play list.  All 200+ songs…