I asked Max to cut the back lawn this afternoon.
He fiddled with the lawn mower for about 5 minutes then came in.
"The handle broke off."
Of course it did.
He and I went to his school tonight to listen to the schpiel that would prepare us for grade 11 course selection.
Minutes before we left I zipped up to my bathroom to apply another layer of make up. My blush fell off the countertop and smashed into a fine powder on my tile floor.
The iron toppled off the ironing board and landed pointy end down, gouging a deep hole in my bedroom's hardwood floor.
I'm tired of this game.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Drew has a Pro D Day tomorrow. Yay. Oh, so very much, YAY. I'm not going in to the office. I can wear my track pants all day.
2. I have baby daffodils in my garden.
3. This promise: "He gives power to those who are tired and worn out; He offers strength to the weak." Is 40:29
Shalom,
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