Things Happen

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 aitken.helen@gmail.com,  I'd love to hear from you.

Have a great day.