Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Two months to the day after I broke my ankle, John broke his wrist. And the day before the wrist happened, he left his iphone in the back pocket of his jeans and I washed them. The jeans and the iphone. It was a catastrophe. Srsly. Also, my ankle's still not healed. So I'm still out of work. And we're still broke. But, we're still together. It's okay. We say that a lot to one another. "It's okay." and "It'll work out. We'll be alright." Which is really code for, "I don't wanna scare you, but I think we might be fuuuucked."
Good stuff though is that I'm able to move around more, and I've been planting all the half-dead, half-price flowers I can afford and any clippings that anyone will pass on to me. I also pressure-washed the house. It looks brandy-new. We have a house!!! We love our house. (gulp)
Posted by Janet Scronce at 10:27 PM