I didn’t expect to be writing another post today, but this just begged to be told.
Reaching into my medicine cabinet for toothpaste, I brushed against a small porcelain cup. It fell out of the cabinet into the sink and I flinched waiting for it to shatter.
But it didn’t. Instead THE SINK BROKE!!!
How does a sink break?!?! Who even knew a sink COULD break?!?! Oh, but that’s right, it’s MY sink. ha ha ha ha ha So of course it broke. Of course a $2 cup didn’t break! No, it had to be AN ENTIRE FREAKING BATHROOM SINK!!
Tiny little cup:
Big strong sink:
I'm so over the edge, this was my first reaction:
But now reality is sinking in. HA HA HA HA GET IT?!?!?! Sinking in!
I cannot afford a new sink. I could barely afford the freaking toothpaste.
I think Scotty describes my emotional state best:
I need to go lie down for a little while. Maybe when I get up, I will find this was all just a bad dream. Or that Sink Fairies descended while I slept and magically made the whole thing go away. Or that Santa is real. Or.....