It's Murphy's Fault!

Murphy has struck again (well, not Murphy himself, but his stinkin' law). This morning didn't start off too bad and things are okay now, but starting out at 8:40 this morning until 9:00, it was a wreck. (I was heading out the door to a women's choir rehearsal. We had two performances this afternoon.) Well, first I had to put the garbage can out on the street. Pete usually does it, but he was running behind, so I offered to do it. I went to pull it out from against the house and it would barely budge. It was full of small pieces of sheetrock among other misc. garbage. I didn't expect this task to take more than 30 seconds, but it turned into a 5 minute chore. I could hear the grass being torn as I tried to turn the thing around. It was super heavy and as I was trying to get it onto the driveway, it rubbed up against my brand new WHITE shirt getting dirt on it. Yes, it's all Murphy's fault. I hopped into the car and started off across town. Within a block, I realize I forgot my phone, but it's too late to turn back. Of course, I hit nearly every RED light possible. As I am waiting at one of the red lights, I reach down to tighten the buckle on my shoe. And, next thing I know, the buckle is hanging by a thread (the elastic has been gone for some time). When I am almost at the church where we practice, I realize that I had set a bag on top of the car before I left this morning. I even remember telling myself that I would forget it--well I DID! I was expecting neon pink flyers to be strewn down my street when I got home, but luckily, they stayed in the bag. For once, the wind didn't blow them all away! And to top it all off, I got a run in my nylons--okay that was not Murphy's fault, but it sure feels good to have someone to blame.