I seem to have put something grotesque out into the universe. What it is/was I cannot tell you since I'm clueless about what I've done, but what I can tell you is that the hits keep on coming. I think *whew* overcame that speed bump, and *wham* I find myself headlong into a cement wall. I won't get into the nitty gritty (some have had the
We can't catch a break here. I'm getting desperate and depressed just acknowledging all that has come our way. We're hemorrhaging money. I just want a break. I just want one thing to go well. I wanted to take my car (that I hate) into the shop today and only spend $109 to fix the brakes, not be given a bill of $363. Too much to ask, right?
We have our health, we have our baby, a roof over our heads, and food on the table. That's all we need, right? Blah.
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