Murphy's Year

Is it possible that Murphy's Law can be in control for an entire year? Or is my perception tainted? It does sometimes seem like I am looking at the world through crap colored glasses.

Yesterday this is how my day went. I woke up (late) and was supposed to get my daugher up and out to cross-country practice. As I dashed from the bed, I stepped right in a pile of cat barf, that our darling little bundle of fur left right in my traffic path. There is nothing quite as pleasant as having cat sick squish through your toes first thing in the morning.

I grabbed the dog for a morning jog around the lake and she was not only being uncharacteristically disobedient, she must have eaten some bad bugs the day before. She not only took one dump (which I dutifully stopped my jog to bag up) but about 1/4 mile later, she had a blast of projectile diarrhea up wind of me. How, might I ask , is one supposed to bag that up?

Another 1/4 of a mile into the run, we encountered (I kid you not) a rattlesnake right next to the path, coiled up and ready to strike. Luckily I narrowly missed stepping right on it and miraculously, the dog, though off leash and out of my control that day, was five feet on the other side of it.

Those were the best parts of my day, as it turned out. Things proceeded to go downhill from there in so many ways that I can't possibly enumerate them here. Reviewing them in writing would be like the cold shock of undeniable truth you get seeing a snapshot of yourself in a bathing suit for the first time in ten years. You had no idea things were that bad and suddenly you have and inexplicable desire to ziploc your head inside of a bag and get it over with!

What is up with life lately anyway?