So to sum it up, I had a flat tire this morning that the Hubs had to change when we already 15 minutes late for work. This past week we finally got our heater fixed, and then our dishwasher broke. I broke the garage door opener when it slipped out of my hand. Our DVR broke and erased, we replaced it with another broken one, only to get the new one that neither of us can figure out how to use. It seems like everything is falling apart or breaking down these days.
So when I finally got into the office this morning, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. What can possibly go wrong? It’s weird how the stupid little stuff can have such a dramatic effect on my. After all my dad walked away from an accident that totaled his car, my kids are both healthy and happy, my husband is healthy and mostly happy (meaning he’s happy but would love a ton a money, probably a wife that cooked, and some other things not worth mentioning here). So what the heck am I complaining about?
So I decided it was time for a cocktail, unfortunately the alcoholic version is frowned upon at work so I stopped by the Cocktail Café for some laughs and from their I found Ten rules of the all-mighty calendar, To Be or Not To be: A Social Butterfly and I can’t forget ComplicatedMama and her blog Complicated Simplicity, her posts are simply straight and to the point I love it. And I really really can’t forget Mrs. Fussy Pants.
Ah feeling better already.
Blogging and reading other blogs has been one of the ways I escape reality. I can completly ignore the dishes, the laundry, and the bills when I write. Thank you to all my blogging friends for the great reads and the wonderful comments.