Bad news was, John had 5 furlough days and 5 mandatory vacation days.
Good news, my dad has a motor home, he lent it to us, and we planned a trip to Devils' Lake with all our kids.
Bad news, two of the kids couldn't make it, and John ended up working many of those furlough and mandatory vacation days.
Good news, we did get out of town for a bit.
Bad news, everyone left me with an errand to run yesterday and no cars to run it in.
Good news, the motor home is still in the driveway. Yeah, I'll look a little odd driving a motor home into Kinko's, but, hey, the errand will get done.
Bad news. Turning around in the driveway, I saw the tree. I cleared the tree. I didn't clear the limb hanging over the driveway. I tore the front side off of the motor home.
Good news. The material I tore off was soggy. There must have been a leak. Now the leak will be fixed.
And my dad said he wouldn't shoot me. This time.
2 comments:
Holy cow, woman, what a day you've had!
Do you have the proper beverages in the house for recovery?
Oh, dear lady. My goodness. And a sick dog to boot, I understand. You're definitely over quota in the headache department. There's gotta be some Good Stuff coming your way in short order. Hugs!!!
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