This has been a rough day.

I dropped my iphone and shattered the screen, of course.

I got glass in my eye from said smashed iphone.

I’ve just been emotional in general.

I’ve decided that excessive watching of Sister Wives is the only cure for the way I feel, because, really, I might have it bad, but at least I’m not sharing a hair tossing husband with three other women while a bazillion kids run around our apartment complex of a home.

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