I worry. Sometimes I worry that there is stuff I need to worry about that I'm not worried about.
So last night something happened - non optimal but no big deal.
However with the initial set of facts I thought it was a really BFD. A couple of selfies from my wee hour panic last night:
and after I fixed it spent the night staring at the clock willing myself to sleep, but wide awake worried about something that if it had happened there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it in the middle of the night.
Today I couldn't figure out why no one is upset...or even questioning...so I did some investigation with my boyfriend powershell...
Yeah. The thing I thought totally happened? Didn't happen. Well, it did sorta, but in such a minor way only one person noticed and zero people cared. Like if you got a call about a loved one and you think they've got a slayer spike through the brain and have moments to live...but you get there and they had a little splinter, but it's out now and that Hello Kitty band-aid is so cute!
Yay. It all worked out just fine...just like I knew it would.