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Bad Day

We missed the bus this morning because I thought that we'd already missed the bus. I mean we were out there for half an hour waiting so I came back in and decided to check the time. Well, about two minutes later I heard the horn on the bus. The trees blocking the road prevented the driver from seeing that we were coming back out the door. I drove the kid to school and beat the bus there.

I don't know how but I managed to get home in time to do a quick load of laundry. I actually did it yesterday but today I had to redo it because I had hand washed it and left it in the water too long. It was soar so into the washing machine it went. Well, when I went to hang the laundry outside I heard water running. Nice, another leak under the house.

OK for the moment the pipe is fixed but we can't use the bathtub in the back. Now it's already time to go meet the school bus, hopefully they won't be as late dropping her off as they have been.

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