Sigh…

Where do I go to give up on life?  

As if I didn't have trouble enough, when I went to make my oatmeal this morning, my milk was sour.  It was a brand new jug that I'd only opened on Saturday, so I was pretty upset about that.  Fortunately, I had some evaporated milk in the pantry, which worked in a pinch.  Unfortunately, I put too much into my oatmeal and made oat soup.  I ended up pouring most of it down the sink, which meant I went to work pretty hungry.  

I was planning on running in to Walmart after work anyway, because yesterday the zipper on my lunch bag broke.  I tried to fix it, but was unable to, so I figured I'd just get a new jug of milk while I was getting a new lunch bag.  Apparently, they no longer make the kind of lunch bag I've been carrying for the last 25 years.  I found one, but it's different and you know me.  I don't like different.  

I found one I think I can get used to, then ran home --OK, I drove home -- and went outside to piddle in my garden a bit, when what to my wondering eyes should appear...

Yep, my garden hose split in another spot.  At this point, I'm wondering what else in my life can fall apart.  

I'm pretty upset about this.  I've only had that hose for two years and this is the second time it has ruptured.  It was an expensive hose, too, supposed to be heavy duty.  All it is is heavy.  Heavy and stiff and hard to manipulate.  I've never really liked it anyway.  

Oh well...I'll have a few days to decide whether to keep on mending it or to buy a new one.  But I'll tell you one thing, the next one I buy will definitely be more flexible than this one. 

That's for sure.