Two miracles have happened in my home in the last 24 hours.
Considering I've always considered miracles to be one of those once-in-a-lifetime type of events, I feel very fortunate indeed.
January 9th will forever live in my memory as the day all the Christmas decor came down.
You don't think that's a miracle?
You obviously don't realize what this means. Mine is the house you drive by loooong after Christmas is over and make bets to see if they'll take it down by Valentine's Day.
Move on to the next suburban redneck, cuz I ain't playin' this year.
Miraculous event #2:
While preparing some leftover spaghetti for my girl tonight, she called from the other room, "...and I want broccoli and meat sauce and noodles. Just like yesterday!"
Honestly, how often does a child REQUEST broccoli?!
See? Miracle after miracle...