I really had not planned to end the fast, but, sometimes stress just pushes me over the top. Monday was a classic…
Took Rufus (the puppy) for a car ride. She’s gone on many rides, so I thought ‘no problem!’ 20 minutes later, as my daughter and I walking up to the car, we were both about 3 feet away, and in unison cried out, “Ewwwww! Rufuuusssss!” She crapped all over the back seat and far back of my SUV. Like, EVERYWHERE. 90 minutes - 2 rolls of papertowel - 3 cleaners- boiling water, and rubber gloves…my car was cleaned.
I came in the house, decided to fix hubby lunch, opened the fridge, and it felt oddly warmer than usual. I opened the freezer drawer below, and everything was SOFT. The flippin’ fridge died!!! Called the repair guy, followed his directions, left the house to find the new doggie kennel (for Rufus while we’re on vacation), and got lost. After half a tank of gas and a couple of hours, I gave up. I got home, only to find that the “repair” did not work at all. Called the guy. He came up, took a look, figured the problem out, and said he’d have to order parts and call LG to see how they wanted him to proceed in order get everything under warrenty. So, in the meantime, I had to empty out my workshop fridge, take everything out of the kitchen fridge, AND FREEZER, and relocate everything.
I had enough meat in there to feed a small pack of wolves. Found a few mystery items in there, so good to toss those out. But, geez. that was a rough day. I was very grumpy. And amidst all of that, the tummy was grumbling in the background. Enough was enough. So, I broke the fast at 168 hours, ended the grumpy grumbles, and tried to cope.
I did locate the kennel, finally. The address on google is different than the address on the facebook page. No wonder! I had driven by 6 times, and didn’t even know it! I am SO ready for a vacation! LOL!