We had our final garage sale this weekend. All in all we did very well for ourselves--earning some extra cash and getting rid of lots of clutter around the apartment! Now I can't wait for life to be normal.
But it's never normal, is it? We always seem to be searching for a normal groove for our lives--but the world has another agenda. And it keeps on hitting us with more curve balls and out-right unfair plays.
So I've had a crappy morning. I'm upset at the world and taking it out on everyone else--how unfair is that to them?