All of these things happened at the same EXACT time this morning, said time being 5 minutes before we needed to leave the house.
Carlie outgrew her basketball shirt and shorts, and needed to be dropped at her coach's house for a ride to her game while we are at the funeral. Now we need to go to Target.
Tim lost a button on his only dark dress shirt, which now needs to be sewn on.
The cat peed on the floor right in front of my fucking face with no remorse whatsoever.
I got a brush stuck in Carlie's tangled mane of hair, like STUCK as in evermore shall she have a brush stuck in her hair. Probably caused by the jerking movement of my body responding to the cat peeing on the floor right in front of my fucking face with no remorse whatsoever.
Are we having fun yet?