Little Miracles

It has happened again! Life has kicked my ass with some unexpected poetry. That’s why you should always hold on to see tomorrow, because one day it’s a lost bus driver and the next is something else.

On Tuesday night, Ben crashed our microwave dish. It made a HUGE bang and it shattered in enough pieces that not even the superest of super glues could have mended it. + somehow supergluing something that is then shot with microwaves doesn’t sound like the best of ideas. Anyway, we embarked on a journey of self-discovery and dish-searching. We found it and it lists at a whopping €42. My microwave is at least 15 years old (if I had more fingers I could probably figure out an exact estimate), but it fits its niche perfectly and it is so much bigger than all the pansy microwaves nowadays. All this to justify the fact we did, in fact, invest that much on it. When it was time to pay, I handed the guy a €50. He asked me if I had €2. I am one of those people that is usually weighed down by all the coins. I collect them as if they were in high demand, only to use them all at once. I’m that person that when her bill comes to €X.94 decides she’ll go that extra mile and empty her coin purse. Such an occurrence had happened the previous evening and I only had 23 cents to my name. As I dug around my bag, however, I found chocolate coins totaling €2. I handed them to the guy with a big smile and I got back a €10 bill! Now, THAT makes my day.

If life could only deliver me a delicious job.

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