Murphy’s Law?
Why is it that everytime you decide that you need that extra five minutes of sleep is a day that turns out you can’t afford it?
Today, I woke up ever so slightly after I had planned, took my normal shower, sacrificed the toast and latte and was about to head straight to meet a new client. I was sifting through the clothes that I had washed last night and could not for the life of me find my work shirt. Searching, searching, searching the whole entire house… Nothing. Twenty minutes later I find that BBF (now Big Bald Fiance) didn’t have room for some of the clothes in the wash last night, and those were some that remained in the dirty clothes. Good thing that was the ENTIRE reason I wanted to do laundry last night – to wash my work shirts that were beginning to smell. It was pouring down rain and evidently when you live in a city where it rains a substantial amount of the year, people still don’t have any clue how to drive in it. I passed SIX accidents along the way. Not to mention the stupid tunnel was closed so I had to take the five million car-long detour around it; only to be stopped in front of some idiot that took a corner too fast and ended up running into the median…facing the opposite direction. Seattle’s finest. Thanks to my excellent driving and shifting skills I managed to make it through three yellow lights, only to be stopped by every other red light. Of course, no green ones. Still made it only two minutes late…somehow. In your face Murphy! Whoever the hell you are…