Seems like lately, everyone is keeping it real. Here's mine:
Our 10 year marriage has never faced a more stressful year. The broken Volvo is the tip of the iceberg.
My husband's interviewing for a better job. We may stay put; we may commute; we may just move to the middle of nowhere.
We can't replace the Volvo without knowing where we'll be driving. And when will we hear? Who knows.
All I know is that on my one day with the working car, the air conditioner quit for good. The thermometer reads 82 degrees and humid, y'all.
More than ever I thank God for the little things, like tomorrow's early morning interview. Surely my husband can't sweat too much by 8:30 am!
(Or maybe he'll be so dazzled by a clean car, he won't notice the A/C.)