If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It.

Lots of things break around here.  The latest victim is my closet--and just how does a closet break you ask?  Well, the bar that conveniently holds up my clothes came crashing down this morning and looking at the pile of clothes slumped on the floor, I let out a big *sigh*.  Such is life around these parts.  See Exhibit A.

The other week it was our toilet.  Lifting the lid to investigate, I let out a slight shriek of horror as I realized that I had let the lid go without properly securing it from falling.  And sure enough *CRASH* the ceramic lid landed in pieces on our bathroom floor.  This time there was no sigh--instead there was this moment of "oh-my-goodness-that-did-not-just-happen..."  See Exhibit B.

Every week there's something that goes wrong.  And gosh darn it, the perfectionist in me can't take that things are inevitably beyond my control and that life is never *gasp* comfortable. 

Sometimes I tire too of what Father reveals as 'broke' within me.  I'd rather not have to deal with these pesky matters.  Who wants to be reminded that they need fixing all the time?  Apparently, I need to.  Surprise, Sherise...you're not perfect...

Exhibit A                        Exhibit B