"Tore up" is Southern for broken. Like, "Don't mash the keys so hard! I don't need my computer tore up!" So. MY FP tonight is too much of our shit is tore up. Excruciating details after the jump.
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here.
Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
The current list of tore-up shit in the MaskedKat household and its environs as we speak:
Hubby's car (leaking oil)
Vent/Light on above-stove microwave
Ice maker
Kitchen light
Hubby's computer monitor
Electric shaver
Corner reading lamp
Riding mower
Miss P (our tuxedo cat, my namesake)
OK, maybe the cat shouldn't be on the list. She's not really tore up, she's just a little... scruffy. She apparently has an allergy to God knows what, and she's groomed herself half bald. The antihistamines did nothing, and she's on Prednisone. She was making some improvement so we tapered down per the vet's suggestion, and she's back to lickin' and chewin' like nobody's business.
We're sick of crap falling apart on us! Especially when, like everyone else, we're trying to pinch our pennies. And 2008 was an expensive year for us. We took our first vacation in over 5 years, only to come home to a kaput water heater. There's 1200.00 bucks. A new roof in June, 9000.00. Another 500.00 to fix the copper tubing in the AC unit that the roof guys punctured with a nail. A new TV. The 1997 Ford Contour (with almost 200k miles on it, paid off for 8 years) died, so we've got another used auto loan.
I try to practice more gratitude. My life is not all that bad. Shoot, at least I've got a roof (still under warranty!) over my head, food to eat, a warm bed to sleep in, and a wonderful man and 2 beautiful pooties to share that bed. I just wish I didn't have that vague, gnawing anxiety... waiting for the next freakin' thing to get tore up.
Oh, and I have a big zit on my chin. Even my face is broken... out.
So those are my FP's tonight. In the interest of balance, here's something that reminds me that everything broken isn't bad...
So, people... What's YOUR F'in Problem?