Why is life so frustrating? If this is a test to see how well I deal with frustration, I'm totally flunking.
It's only 10:45 a.m. and already I'm gnashing my teeth. The things that are bothersome are really small. My head knows that. My emotions are taking a thrashing.
1. The Husband is off at the dentist with a broken wisdom tooth. He's quite attached to it. Dreading the seemingly inevitable extraction.
2. The kitchen faucet is kaput. Again. Different part this time.
3. The flourescent long-life (or not) bulbs are going out in the closet - again.
4. I'm off to the optometrist to get the glasses re-done.
5. We still have to figure out how to fix the weatherstripping on the bottom of the doors: yes, it means removing them from the frame. The front one is 42" wide, three layers of full-view glass. Heavy will be an understatement.
6. Aw, what am I doing? Listing them just makes them worse. I'm going to find some chocolate....
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