I promise I'll be good today.
It seems that I have pissed off the gods and karma has returned to take a large bite out of my ass. Not that my ass couldn't use a little reduction, but when karma starts chomping, I run for the hills.
I really don't know what the h-e-double hockey sticks I did to deserve it.
The first thing that karma should teach us is the realization of what we did wrong. Right?
First we had the DVR problems and then, Salty's manufacturing machine (the one he got like, a month ago) has some grinding motor issue, and the kitchen explosion, can't forget that. And now? The Wii does not work.
Does that mean I don't have to exercise?
I'm getting sort of freaked out that I have to get on a plane and fly to the frozen north. Please, someone, send me some good karma. I'll take prayers, blessings, karma, tidings, and whatever good sh*t you can send.
And while your at it, can you wish some warmer weather into the Chicago area this weekend?
Thanks! You guys are the best!!
I leave you with a little something funny:
The importance of checking your child's homework
Here is the mother's note:
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told Sarah how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had. Then I found one more in the back room, and several people were fighting over who would get it. Sarah's picture does NOT show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.