A Middle-Eastern Feast and the Meaning of Technical Difficulties

Last night we found ourselves at social gathering with yoga-crew.
Lots of "the yogis" have just completed a 30-day challenge. Hubby and I did not participate in challenge, as we knew we were going to be in Sydney for five days, so lazily figured we would not be able to make up for it. To make up for a missed day one would have had to do something called "a double." As in TWO classes in one day. Of Bikram yoga. At the mere thought of this, decided there was no way this could be done.

Except the very first person we greeted started off conversation by mentioning that he joined challenge six days in. He had to make up for six missed days.
After this hubby and I felt a bit like impostors. Quickly drank couple of glasses of red wine to fit in better. Did not notice whether everyone was drinking wine, or if they stuck with mineral water?

Bit tired today. Two glasses of red wine is slightly on heavy side these days.
Actually felt totally hungover this morning. As usual, refused to get out of bed until hubby made me coffee. Was not enough however. Walked down to nearest cafe to purchase soy-flat-white.

Then made middle-eastern brunch to cheer selves up:

Very proud of hummus. Hubby proud of his "Foul Mudammas." That is actual name of bean-dish. Very tasty in spite of name.

Also spent an hour or so on phone to girlfriend in WA (Western Australia).
Phone is worst phone in entire universe. Of course, it is old. Have never so much as held an iPhone. Let alone an iPhone 4S. Cannot understand point of them.

Also think the iPad is a stupid idea.

This could be a result of constant complications in my relationship to all and any techical / electrical equipment - which tends to spontaneously break down in my presence.
Is proven scientific fact that certain people have this effect on, for example, computers.
A daily occurrence in this household is me screaming angrily at laptop for freezing, shutting down, not obeying direct orders and so on - only to perform in superior fashion as soon as hubby enters room.
It works in reverse too. Hubby will be using computer, everything hunky dory. Enter Anna. Computer immediately suffers severe hissy-fit and must be nursed back to life whilst atleast two metres away from me...

Light-bulbs always blow up around me as well.

Odd. Wonder if all these are indications that I am psychic?