Little Pleasures.

The disaster in Haiti has provided many opportunities for feeling lucky. And we've needed them this week, since it's been one of annoyances (albeit relatively minor ones) for the Kintopf-Martinez-Sones family. Rubester has been sick the past couple days (just a cold, feeling better today, thanks), which has meant some sleepless nights and grumpy moods for her and Mom and Dad. And yesterday, we learned that all the non-backed-up data on the hard drive of our iMac, which suddenly and inexplicably committed suicide just before Christmas, is likely gone for good. This includes many photos of the girlies as well as some videos, and Momlissa has been taking that loss particularly hard. Last night she vented a bit, leaving no question in the minds of her listeners what she thinks about Apple and the alleged superiority of their products.

When I went into the other room, Cici was crying, having overheard. "I hate that company," she said, balling her hands up and wiping her eyes. "Everyone who works there should be fired." I talked to her about how it wasn't so bad, and how so many people this week had lost everything - homes, clothes, families, lives. She calmed down and went in and hugged her mom. When she came back out she had an idea: she and I should go to the grocery store (under the pretense of buying peanut butter) and pick up some old-fashioned donuts - Momlissa's favorite treat - as a surprise to cheer her up.

Donuts are not something we would usually have in the house, but they tasted pretty good last night.