Ever have those moments that are just so – so adult, that it’s depressing?
Not long after we were married John and I bought a tractor. It was a nice little tractor and it did all sorts of things for us until one day when I was driving it and it said “CA- CHUNK” loudly and forcefully.
A time of tractor parts and grand plans followed the “ca-chunk” but, unfortunately, the end result was me in the driveway watching the pieces of my tractor getting smaller as they rode away on a flatbed truck.
Sadder than any woman really should be about a broken pile of metal I looked down at the small collection of crisp hundred dollar bills in my hand for consolation. I was momentarily cheered, until I remembered the broken dishwasher.
One day you are riding high on a tractor.
The next you are researching water efficient dishwashers.
Adulting is the worst.
It’s November! Time for a month of blog posting and team tiny peppers!