And today was one of them. To begin with, the refrigerator died an ugly death on Saturday night. Well, it didn't actually die, it just stopped being cold, which caused nearly everything in it to die or smell like it did. Unfortunately, I can't get a reputable repair man here until Tuesday afternoon.
I just finished paying the November bills. That was devastating enough because it is already December 7th, Pearl Harbor Day. Seems some how appropriate.
I don't have my life on track yet and I am 61 years old. What is wrong with this picture?
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