If I were a cat, I’d look like this at the moment.
OK, it’s really not that bad.
I realize that my misfortunes are small compared to those of many people right now. But, there is a jackhammer ripping out my dining room floor as I write. My teeth are rattling in my head (and there is a fine layer of dust over every surface of the house). The plumber has to expose the plumbing leak to repair it. I would wish that he wouldn’t also expose his backside, but I’m not ungrateful enough to make any cracks about it. At least it’s not a “full moon,” so that’s one blessing. If the noise ever stops, I’ll try to count some more blessings.
In Ambrose Bierce’s book, The Devil’s Dictionary, he offers this definition:
MISFORTUNE, n.
The kind of fortune that never misses.
Word up!
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The one time I had someone jack hammer up my bathroom floor to repair a leak, I went into labor with our first child shortly after he started! Ha, ha! Thanks for reminding me that my life is pretty darn good today.
Yikes! Fortunately, I had much less reaction to the sound!~skt