SEW FRUSTRATED!!!!

Okay, so I have nothing "spirtual", deep, inspirational or just generally clever to say right now (or ever... depending on your opinion of this blog ;-)) but I need to vent. And since I don't have a 'poor' husband to listen to me rant and rave and I am quite sure that it would not be fair to put my daughter through such a thing, I have turned to this Blog.
No, nothing major happened... nobody sent me a nasty email, I did not get looked over for an important job because I am a woman, nobody cut me off in traffic (which is probably good cuz I don't have a licence), I haven't been subjected to whiny kids all day, fighting over toys and such (both of my little charges, biological and loaned for the afternoon were in good spirits today and quite amiable), I didn't get a visit from an unexpected, uninvited aunt, nobody blamed my bad mood on PMS (which will instantly put a woman in a bad mood, if she wasn't already... I know I sometimes get cranky because of it but that is not the culprit today.. atleast nobody better say that's the reason). No nothing like that...
The simple fact is I want to break, kill, smash, destroy, annihilate, bomb, whack, smack my cantankerous, fussy, touchy sewing machine.

See, because I am taking the summer off before going back to work in September, I decided to sew up my daughter's Halloween costume. I want to get it done nice and early because I don't know what my schedule is going to be come September. Sounds simple enough... right??? I mean you buy a patten, you buy the material, you buy the other necessary things... you then proceed to cut out the pattern and voila,,, sewing begins... How hard can that be...
Well, today has shown me that all the times I have ever sewed anything before must have been beginner's luck... either that or my sewing machine has become possessed by none other than the demon of tangled thread. I have just spent the last 45 minutes trying to figure out why this infuriating machine has decided to forget what it was made to do after 2 days of working properly. Did it get a mind of it's own and decide I was working it too hard and go on strike... Did someone with a grudge against me decide that while I was at the store, they would come into the house and tinker with it, causing it to continually misfeed and make a tangled mess, did it feel the sudden call to become a spider and the jarbled pile of yellow thread accumulating on my table is it's early attempt at web-making...
I really don't know the answer but what I do know is that when I felt I could no longer resist the urge to throw open my kitchen door and chuck the irksome thing down the flight of stairs, I gave a cry that could only be described as a cry of defeat and came in here to vent... and to think of wonderfully cruel ways to dispose of a hateful, thankless machine.
Nothing says loving like a hand-sewn costume... Right???