and ANOTHER thing…

Oh.

Bloody.

Fucking.

HELL.

*Bangs head* I said I wouldn’t ask. I said I wouldn’t say “what’s next” I said that I wouldn’t do that because I was afraid of the answer….

Guess what.

The gods are having fun with me now. THey’ve taken this little trip into the “oh holy hell – can’t do anything but laugh” realms of unbelievability.

Cuz now it’s the LITTLE things…. So to keep the tally going. Today we go to the Big Orange (tm – aka Home Depot) and pick up a new dishwasher. YAY! Color me happy! So we’re there, and my gooooooooooooood were they slow, and the Asshole is gimping around, but it’s all said and done and I bring the car around to the pick up door, and realize…

My headlights weren’t working. Not just one – but BOTH went out in the time we were in home depot. Well bloody hell. Hit the high beams and those are working, so that’s good. Hit the low ones again – and they’re BACK.

Someone is fucking with me for SURE at this point.

So we get dinner, and head home and then we realize that we forgot to stop for soda. So inside we go and eat, and I stand and head back out the door. At the store, I grab a case of Coke, and head to the counter to get teh Asshole his chew. They direct me to a cashier and I grab the case, and turn…

and it promptly EXPLODES all over me. The bloody handle part breaks, the case falls and we got coke EVERYWHERE. motherFUCKER. I just look at the manager, throw up my hands and shake my head. “I give up” I said, and he cocked a brow and I said “Seriously. From my monitor for my computer. To moose. To electric. To heat. To my washer. To my husband cutting his foot and needing stitches. To not getting my paycheck on time – and allllllllll the lecturing from the asshole on all of the above.

I….. give….. up.

At this point? I’m even gonna ask for a bloody carry out just to assure I get to my car.”

And I stomp off toward the cashier stand in question, to the tunes of his laughter, and the other lady’s “Well, it can only get better now, right???” And after taking my money, the cashier joined in with a grin “like a carry out with that ma’am?” and I almost choked him. And carried them myself. *L*

I get home in one piece. Kick off my boots? and you know how one will always fly farther then expected? Yes. Mine landed RIGHT in the dogs waterdish and dumped it all over.

So thats it.

I give up.

Somewhere, someone has decided that this is my week to have Karma bite me RIGHT on the ass. At least? I’ve a big enough target for it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to bury my head in the sand somewhere and I’m not coming out until Spring.

And you can’t make me.

So neener.