If Monday had been a toilet, I would have shut off the water, called a plumber, and installed a J-John in the back yard.
The Besst thing was this:
Almost as good as a visit from The Doctor.
Also saving the day from The Worsst was a visit from…well, I’m not supposed to gas on about my perfect family.
In that vein, I’d like to point out that, when one of the Interrupted Sons did the dishes last night, he left the refrigerator door open. The only thing that saved this and tonight’s dinner from catastrophe was the fact that he apparently did the dishes at 3 a.m. Maybe later.
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Mom, Interrupted 