I hate to admit that I take anything for granted. I really try not to.
But my garage door opener is broken. And I already miss it…A LOT.
Okay, maybe my problem isn’t the same as this.
This picture above is perhaps an extreme, but it’s the way I feel it might as well be.
I came home with the groceries, in the rain-by the way, and it worked perfectly.
Hubby came home ten minutes later, and voila, it was suddenly broken.
He had to run and dodge raindrops to reach our front door.
The look on his face said, “What did you do?”
My expression was one of shock and sadness, and of course. “I didn’t do anything!”
Now my poor car is out in the driveway until the repair folks can make my world right again.
Who knew I’d be so attached to my garage door opener?
What are you attached to?
What would make you a sad panda if it broke?
Mondays, in general, get a lot of crap from everyone. I used to like Mondays. It was the beginning. I had a whole new week to accomplish whatever it was that I was trying to accomplish.
Lately I feel like Mondays are laughing at me. “What? You’re going to try to accomplish what?” Then comes the maniacal Monday laughter. Trust me when I say, you don’t want to hear that kind of laughter from the first day of the week.
My best defense? A good cup of coffee. Or, let’s be honest, 5 good cups of coffee. 🙂 But after the first one, it’s decaf only or hubby has to peel me off the ceiling when he gets home.
Time to make a list. I do this a lot. Then I can cross my accomplishments off as I go along. Very satisfying.
Any list makers out there? Or am I utterly alone? 🙂