is it cosmic irony or cosmic justice?

[onerrantry]

[in that fabled, mythic center of camp, at precisely 12 am, June 15, 2008, there is a loud clinking noise, as precisely six hundred and sixty nine heavy coffee mugs labeled WORST BEST FATHER EVER strike one Dmitri Yuriev in the head, knocking him mostly unconscious on his way back to his office after his midnight tea run. come, gawk or help. or you can talk to the rather perplexed Nita, who is holding an envelope and a card.]

...happy Father's Day?

[WILL BE SLOWISH until I get some things done. STRIKE THAT, I fail and need to concentrate, back in a hour or so.]