Good news: I got a new card for her. Bad news: I got pulled over for speeding on my way home from buying the second fracking card. Good news: I didn't get a ticket. The kind, young officer gave me a break. Bad news: he probably took pity on me because I turned into a big baby and started crying.
Good news: I got all the breads done for our teacher gifts. Bad news: I ran out of ingredients and had to go to the store in the middle of making them. Good news: I timed it so the final batch was baking while I was sitting in the carpool line at school. Bad news: I was a little uncomfortable about baking bread while not actually in the house. Good news: It came out just fine. Bad news: I was so anxious to get home to the bread I forgot Daniel at school. I remembered the other 6 kids I was picking up but not my own son.
Good news: I had an open bottle of wine at home. I started in on that baby at 4:48. Bad news: there is no bad news about open bottles of wine.
Sheesh.
Good news/bad news stories are usually not my favorite...actually, let me rephrase that, they're not my favorite when the involve ME! But YOURS are hysterical!
ReplyDeleteI am so honored to not only be mentioned in your blog...again...but to actually have a photograph in it as well! I feel like less of a loser now.
Thank you Karen.
By the way...GREAT BREAD and JAM!
And, hey, everyone, I got a BIG LOAF. So you know how I rate!
Good News: You wrote this hysterical piece and made me laugh!!
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