Yesterday, I’m walking my kids into school, and as I passed a group of Moms one of them says, “Heather, great top.”  Which was weird because it was just a white t-shirt.  But I guess, compared to my normal baggy sweats ensemble, I looked dressed up.  And the only reason I wasn’t wearing the sweats is because I didn’t have time to wash them.  Come to think of it, the hot new gym teacher said hi to me, too.  I may have stumbled on something here… like taking five minutes to look in the mirror occasionally wouldn’t be such a bad idea.  Maybe my broken home status isn’t tattooed on my forehead.

On the home front, my garbage disposal won’t work, which is timed nicely to coincide with my leaky faucet.  Holy crap, my home is broken!  Guess you can’t fool your appliances.