Now I'm pissed.

It's Girl-Child's birthday today. Her mother is 8 hours ahead of us on the other side of the globe, so at the top of the 8 o'clock hour, when Girl-Child was getting ready to go to school, her mother was looking at 4 in the afternoon. With a laptop. And a world phone. And she's updating her Facebook, so there's connectivity.

Guess who didn't get a message this morning?

Motherf*#I*)##_#^@!)*&!