Mostly True Memoirs
It’s not funny.
It’s been a crazy awful week in my household.
One disaster is happening right after another.
Just when I think the bad luck is over, another awful thing happens.
Like the song says, sometimes you’re the windshield and sometimes you’re the bug.
This week, I’m the bug.
There’s nothing to do but take a deep breath and figure it all out.
“Are you going to post a story about this?” a friend asked.
Nope.
It’s not funny.
Although now that I think about it, maybe it’s a little bit funny.
In a grim, twisted, gallows-humor sort of way.
Yeah, I’ll write that piece.
I won’t post it, though, until the other characters in the story approve.
Yeah, I have a warped sense of humor.
But I also have standards.