Remember when I was complaining about the %$#%@#% plumber who never finished our water heaters and then I couldn’t get anyone else to show up to conintue the work? Well, Good Golly Miss Molly, the day I posted that, I dug deep into my soul and started calling new plumbers. The first one I talked to would actually come the next day to assess the situation. HELLS BELLS, they actually showed up and we were on their schedule.
Our new tankless water heaters were installed last Friday, thank you Plumbing Gods!
We’re so happy to have that behind us. There are still some plumbing issues we need to deal with, (repiping our entire house?!) but that was a good one to cross off the list and I can once again wash my sheets and towels in warm water.
Perhaps this isn’t a Miracle, but Publix was having a BOGO on their Florida Grown strawberries and I couldn’t pass them up. Heck, they remind me of my blog friends! I didn’t really inspect my berries, just tossed them in my cart like a psychopath, but look at how freaking ginormous they are?
Remember my Pet Monarch? Well, he is going on FOUR WEEKS old. This is unheard of. He is surviving on honey cotton balls, orange slices, now strawberries and my love, of course! Who wouldn’t flourish with my love and devotion? I mean, look at my husband, children and weird dogs.
I’m not sure, but I might have my own butterfly pandemic going on, because in the last week, I’ve added two more to the Hospice Department. The second one has the same virus as the first, and the third one is missing one wing completely; something ate his wing! RUDE.
Me shouting through the house: IT’S GETTING CROWDED IN HERE!
It always amazes me how they find me in the yard, though. It’s like there’s a sign on my forehead: BRING ME YOUR HUNGRY, BRING ME YOUR TATTERED WINGS
Any small or big miracles happening in your neck of the woods?
XOXO