This morning has been a rough one – oh, nothing like leg-breaking or a deadly diagnosis or bankruptcy. Just a little minor spirit breaking. So I sat down to go about a few routine things, like the news and weather and Pottermom’s floors and I saw this:
I don’t know; I really don’t . . . but I just feel like sobbing.
I heard that Mike lived for two years without his head. Seriously? Maybe that explains my house issues, everyone has lost their heads and ability to think.
Floors are “fixed” as best as they can be. Now I have random electrical outlets quitting on me and a dishwasher that has decided it doesn’t need to turn on (it’s brand new). I think this is the worst house we’ve ever been involved with.
On second thought, maybe I’m the one without the head and brain….. what was I thinking?
I hope your day has improved. I’m sure mine will when I….. um tomorrow when I am home in my real home! 🙂 (This part time stuff is going to take some getting used to and so far it’s not going the right direction)
was that the chicken that laid the yokeless egg?