Sigh, one of those days

Well, it was a Monday.

I was up this morning and looking at fecal floats, before I finished my first cup of coffee. (Yeah, I know I have such an exciting life.)

Jane gets here, and I know I need to run and get the meds, and pick up more wood stove pellets (litter here).

I mixed up the food for the kids, told Jane what the med doses were, and told her I'm running off to get the stuff.

Asked hubby if he wanted to go for the ride, and he did. (I didn't have to drive YEAH!!) So on 71 south, about one mile from Bagley Road, a car in the right lane hits this pipe with his tire and it spins into our lane, about the same time a car to the left hits another pipe and IT flips into our lane. We hit them BOTH.

Guess what? The one pipe cuts the fuel line. So hubby drifts the car off the road. Now we are talking the shelter's 93 Ford Taurus Wagon. Call the shelter and Jane some how decides to answer the phone, and comes to get us.

We got it towed back, went and got parts, went to Medina for the original stuff needed, back to here, and hubby fixed the wagon.

I think life is trying to tell me that I need to start to shrug off some of the things that happen and just say, "Oh well, poop happens!!"

Hope you had a great day.