I decided to tell you about something different and light and funny because it is less sad. Somewhere along the line, I decided that the light and funny post should be about my rear windshield wiper. Because that is a logical leap.
I think I mistook “light and funny” with “stupid and boring.”
I even Photoshopped a whole graphic about the rear windshield wiper story.
Then, I got ready to actually write the post and I looked at the notes that I’d scribbled earlier today that I thought were really funny at the time and it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, I thought the windshield wiper story was funny just because it was not tragically sad, like my cat story.
Mental note: Don’t judge humor whilst crying and clutching your sick cat.
Really, here is the story: The wiper was broken and loud. Alex told me how to fix it. I fixed it.
I am going to go cuddle with my kitty tonight. See you tomorrow.
Remember the playground? You know, the scary one, where I rolled my kids in bubble wrap and refused to let them play, taunting them with the joy of the non-helicopter parented kids? I wrote about it again, this time over at the local Patch.com site I write for. I have a new friend over there in the comments section who HATES ME.