It gets to a point where so many shitting things happen you think people will stop believing you when you tell them.
Like this, for instance: we came back from Pennsylvania today, after attending Edmund’s father’s funeral, and found that someone shot a BB at our window.
What?
This is the second vandal-type attack in two weeks. (Remember my broken car window? I sure do.)
I am so ready to go on vacation, let me tell you.







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