The last few weeks sort of kicked my trash. I've spent more time in tears in the last two weeks than I have in the last two years.
But I'm over it and moving on. Today is a new day (and all that crap). So we're going to play a little Monday morning game that is a favorite of seventh grade parties everywhere:
Truths and a lie.
Below, you will find a list of things that actually happened to me this week, and one thing that didn't. Pick out the lie, tell me which one it is, and every correct answer will be thrown into the mix for a prize of some sort.
My dishwasher breathed its last (resulting in me hand-washing the dishes EVERY. DAMN*. DAY. while waiting for the new one to arrive).
I took Chase to urgent care for a cut on his finger that he received while slicing banana bread with a pocket knife (because using a normal knife like a human is clearly beneath him).
I dropped my glasses in the toilet (after, not before).
I had to bandage McKay's bloody toe after he stubbed it and ripped the nail clean off.
I did not exercise at all.
I went to drive a carpool to the church and found that the garage door had broken a spring and would not open, resulting in the kids and I being stranded.
I single-handedly killed 96 fruit flies (honestly, where are they coming from?).
I made a huge, traditional turkey dinner and a sword-shaped cake, all on the same day.
I spent $150 on co-pays at the doctor's office in one week.
And I got kicked out of a fall festival by a policeman.
So take your guesses. Which is the one lie in all these terrible, awful, no-good truths? Contest ends Tuesday at noon.
*Don't worry. I've already given the jar a quarter. It was totally worth it.