The call came in as I was walking out of the ice cream shop. I was balancing a $40 cake I had just picked up for my daughter's 18th birthday, while fumbling to answer the phone.
It was my husband. He wanted to let me know that our refrigerator had just died and he was not happy. While the timing wasn't great, I didn't have anyplace to keep that pretty pink cake, I wasn't really that upset.
I was actually smiling.