A bad break
When imploring Heaven for a favor, it's generally a good idea to be specific.
Last week wasn't our best. Phoenix had problems at work, and we found out that the birthmom we'd been matched with was a fraud. So I muttered a lot under my breath, including some variation of "It would be nice if we could get a break soon."
Well, we did, though it wasn't the kind of break either of us wanted. Last night, P. and I came home from work, and as he was walking around the front of the car, we think his messenger bag got caught on the fender, and he fell. (The fall is undisputed. The cause is unclear.) Anyway, he broke his arm quite badly. He'll have surgery tomorrow morning to get a plate and screws installed.
This reminds me of a short story I read when I was in high school. Also of this episode of The X-Files.
Weird.
Last week wasn't our best. Phoenix had problems at work, and we found out that the birthmom we'd been matched with was a fraud. So I muttered a lot under my breath, including some variation of "It would be nice if we could get a break soon."
Well, we did, though it wasn't the kind of break either of us wanted. Last night, P. and I came home from work, and as he was walking around the front of the car, we think his messenger bag got caught on the fender, and he fell. (The fall is undisputed. The cause is unclear.) Anyway, he broke his arm quite badly. He'll have surgery tomorrow morning to get a plate and screws installed.
This reminds me of a short story I read when I was in high school. Also of this episode of The X-Files.
Weird.