Murphy’s Law applies to me every day, every hour and each moment.
Just call me Mrs. Murphy.
Scott washes his car and it rains, he washes my car and I have a heart attack.
I wash the rugs and the dogs throw up on them.
I make dinner (this is unusual, I know) and Kaiser eats it off the stove in the hot pans.
I get a load of dishes in the dishwasher and instantaneously both sides of the sink are full before the dishes are finished.
I make breakfast and place it by the computer, get up to answer the phone and Kaiser has eaten it and is lying on the couch by the time I get back.
Then I wonder if I just dreamed making breakfast.
I take the covers off the sofa to wash them, put them back and 10 minutes later, Duke pees on them.
I clean the bathroom and the dogs drink out of the toilet and then dribble the toilet water across the floor. (Ok, they do that whether or not I clean it)
I clean out the litter box and 3 cats line up to use it.
Then they meow for me to clean it out again.
Before I can clean the litter box, the dogs sneak into the bathroom, and eat the poop.
Then they leave a trail of poopie-litter across the bedroom floor.
I wear a clean white shirt and a cold wet nose rubs up against the front leaving a nice slime trail.
So I have to ask, is there any reason to keep anything clean? Apparently not.
May your days be Murphy-less. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, I'd love to hear from you.
Have a great day.