As the sink clogs up majorly, health insurance cancels family after 22 years, van (not truck) dies, IRS sends a bill, money flying out the winder (window).
Ok I could write a country music song with my troubles.
Now the praise: I still have great kids, house, and hubs and I are closer. The clunker van finally gets a tag.
The great is still: I am walking, standing, balancing again!