I'm having the suckiest day ever. First, my father, aka Mr. Grumpy Pants, calls to say his nurse just walked out on him. Likely story. I rush home to pack, only to walk in on my husband getting it on with his younger, skanky secretary. Unfortunately, my quick weekend trip home to fix Dad's problems turns into a stay of a few weeks. Luckily, I've got Danny, the neighbor boy I've had a crush on since I was a dorky, braces-wearing, nose-buried-in-a-book teenager, and a brand-spanking new blog to keep my mind off things. Before I know it, I'm writing product reviews of vibrators and getting questioned by a store rent-a-cop at the world's worst date ever. All while trying to figure out how to take things with Danny to the next level. Not to complicate things or anything, but my boss decides to give me an ultimatum-come back in four weeks or don't come back at all. How in the world did my life get so complicated?