when it rains, it pours

It is always hard when you hit a patch of bad luck right before the holidays. We are there, and it feels like we are stuck. The car is broken down, again, so another repair bill. Hobbes is sick and needs blood work and possibly x-rays and no doubt, expensive dog medicine. I have been sick for over a week and I am exhausted. The house that was fairly neat and clean two weeks ago looks like a bomb went off. We are in survival mode and hopefully will get a break soon. Unfortunately, we will probably be too exhausted or broke to enjoy it....

On the lighter side of things:



HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!