It’s one of those days…
I burnt my toast this morning. Most people would toss it and make new toast, but
it’s on par with my luck lately so…..
It’s sort of Debbie Downer-ish to say, but since October of last year
Murphy’s Law has been making my family it’s bitch.
I know, I don’t usually get all curse-y on my blog, but there you have it.
It has been one thing after another….constantly.
It’s frustrating, stressful, and eye twitch causing.
So, I ate my burnt toast.
In defiance to all the bad things that have been going on. In rebellion against the foundation repair, the broken appliances, the surgeries and countless other Murphy-isms…
I ate my eggs and really burnt toast anyway.
Thankfully, I did not break a tooth.
Thank you, dear friends for being here.
For reading my rant of frustration, I send you virtual hugs!