Tuesday, November 6, 2007
It Could Always Be Worse
My dad always says this. That and stop and smell the roses. I used to think it was pessimistic, but now in my wise old 28 3/4 years I realize it is not.
It could always be worse. He told me that tonite when I called to check in on their house and they had 18 commercial fans blowing and are having all the floors ripped up due to water damage. So sad. Their house is a wreck.
So, in honor of it could always be worse....today I didn't have to go to an long boring apartment manager meeting today that my friends had to go to. Here is a photo of a shower that someone left when they vacated their apartment years ago. (Disclaimer: apt managing was awesome relief for the time and saved our hide and was a major answer to prayer at the time, but I'm glad its over) That is how we bought our pimp gray van that I'm going to put flames on.
Hats off to my many apartment managing friends still out there. It is necessity for the many stay at home moms out there. So be glad your shower doesn't look like this. Or be glad that you clean it the most minimal possible and it still won't look like this.
So who cares if I have to pinch my pennies way more not apt. managing, today, I am glad. And for the few of us who no longer have to do it, pause for a moment of silence of gratitude.
And I'm glad UPS finally delivered my shots at 6 p.m. that should have arrived before noon that I waited all day for...cause it could always be worse.