You’re so lucky, she gushed. You have the perfect job, the perfect house, the perfect kids, the perfect husband.
Yeah, that’s what I call it. Lucky.
Little did she know that behind the perfect job lay a boss who gloated in my imperfections; behind the perfect house lay a too many years to be counted mortgage; behind the perfect kids lay orthodontia and medical bills, as well as delinquencies; and behind the perfect husband lay his mistress. Okay, the mistress lay beneath the perfect husband.
But at least I have my health.
Here’s to good health. It’s all I’ve got.
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This piece for Velvet’s 100 Word challenge (LUCKY) is not quite (okay, nowhere near) as sappy as my last entry. Purely fictional for any family who might wander by and wonder what in the world is up with the moose.
🙂