In past years, I’ve given up snark for Lent. This proved inspirational, and fun, and thought-provoking. And really fricking difficult. So this year I’m taking it a step further. I’m giving up complaining. (For Lent. Just for Lent. My God, do you think I’m inhuman?)
And this morning the Husband went to pick up our car from its annual service. While he was signing the paperwork, another car rammed ours in the dealership parking lot.
Anybody who says the Universe has no sense of humor hasn’t looked hard enough.