Adventures in CaitLand

Okay, so we all know the book "No Good, Very Bad Day" right? So I left out the day of the VP dinner.

Cait buys bike bags and feels really cool because they are bright orange with pink flowers.
Cait buys ingredients to bake cake for VP dinner from Asian market.
Cait puts all ingredients on one side of bike bag, stops at light, and proceeds to fall over with bike on top of her.
Cait jumps back up with a new bruise, but a teethy grin - "I'm alright!" she shouts to no one in particular.
Cait goes to grocery store to find rest of cake ingredients.
Cait can't find cocoa powder. It does not exist. It is an important element of said cake. She calls sister in panic. Sister does not answer. She calls friend, JB in panic. JB leads her to cocoNUT things. "No!" she yells at kind and helpful friend - "Don't you know what cocoa powder is?"
Cait leaves store pissed off.
Cait drops lightbulbs she just purchased and breaks them.
Cait attempts to shove grocery bags in new bike bags, but they don't fit and bike falls over on Cait hard. New bruises, no teethy grin.
Cait drops grocery bag and the entire contents fall out on the sidewalk.
Little random girl laughs at Cait.
Cait yells at little random girl and then feels very bad.....but not bad enough to say she's sorry.
Cait has nervous breakdown, kicks the bike, yells a bad word, and gets another bruise.
Cait walks the bike home and has no time to bake cake.

So to follow the (ahem) burp story, it turns out that I got a huge case of food allergy/food poisoning that lasted longer than a lifetime. My tongue swelled up, and leaving out the gory details, it was the kind of sick where you can't sleep, you can't read, you can't do anything but sit in a lot of pain and feel reeeaaallll sorry for yourself. At that point, I wanted my Marme big time, and lo and behold - the phone kept ringing off the hook. Almost to the point where I needed it to STOP ringing. So here's the shout out to my peeps:

To J (my sis): Thanks for everything - the calling, the cleaning, the sunflowers, the medicine, the caring.
To BIL: Thanks for letting me tell you the gory details and being the brother I never had.
To Marme: Thanks for calling and caring and loving from far away.
To Papa: Thanks for calling and caring and loving from far away.
To JB: Thanks for calling every two hours b/c you are my best friend here, and you know you are the one I turn to in the time of need.
To my other friends: (sniff) I love you all - even though you didn't call. You just didn't know.

To add insult to injury, I was screamed at last night by the train conductor ticket puncher guy b/c I got on an international train. Oops! He decided to yell at me not once, but twice - and the second time he got in my face I calmly said "Does it make you feel better to yell at me? Because if so, please continue." His face turned about three shades of red, but then he just stopped and turned around in a huff. He was doing it just to embarrass me, but I was too tired to care. I'm just getting too old for these shenanigans ;)