The past week and a half have been a tragedy of errors for me. My car was backed into. Last weekend, both my washing machine and vacuum quit. Yesterday, Bruce knocked my Nikon off of a table, and it is not working. I hope it is repairable. It was truly an accident. But I am still upset. He's lucky I love him.
So even on bad days, bad weeks, when everything seems to go wrong, there are still my joyful, hilarious, loving critters.