Two Saturdays ago, the tub exploded. Two drunk plumbers came, didn't fix it. The older gentleman, in spite of only having one tooth, managed to sing me a quite nice rendition of 'The Love Boat'.
I barely could afford a gift for the engagement party I was going to this past weekend, and broke the one I bought while gift wrapping it in the car.
I lost the charger to a very important part of my social life.
My dating website has yielded amazing dating prospects, such as the man who tried to induct me into his cult. He is married and has pictures on his profile with his wife, and my personal favorite, himself naked in a circle of flames.
The situations around the toilet with two teenage boys can be terrifying. At the very least, mystifying.
My dog is mentally unstable. Hates small kids and other dogs. Is currently chasing his tale in a mad frenzy. But he spoons me.
My kids are quintessential teenagers even though they're transplants from West Africa and Yemen.
They remain hysterically funny.
Last night, Yusef put real soap in the dishwasher, suds covered the kitchen floor. When I showed him, he yelled, "Dammit! Are we going to be okay?!"
Hanni wandered back into the kitchen after I thought he was asleep and got a glass of water. As he walked back to his bedroom he said, "Last night I dreamed I was in the desert, tonight, I'll be prepared".
