Can anyone tell me why?

SweetWitch

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When you drop your bread, it lands butter side down.

The moment you most want to be alone is the moment the cat wants to be in your lap.

When you finally find a moment to sit quietly and undisturbed in your own home, that's when the drunk neighbor decides to crash into the tree in your front yard and the police, fire department and ambulances come screaming into your driveway.

You finally get a chance to enjoy the holidays with enthusiam and your husband/wife/significant other decides to launch into a tirade that spoils everything.

You get your profit-share bonus on Monday and Tuesday your car breaks down. Guess what! Your bonus is just enough to cover it and there's going to be no vacation this year.

You're dozing on the couch after a long, hard day and the dog suddenly goes balistic, yapping her head off and scaring you so bad you fall off the couch...or the cat sinks claws into your dangling toes--same reaction.

You plan a yard party and wake to torrential rainfall.

These and so many more questions I've pondered lately. They don't seem important, but each one is a plot bunny all its own.

Anyone else got any?
 
The street is devoid of traffic until such time as I want to back out of my driveway. :(
 
You plan a whole list of outdoor activities in the garden over Christmas break and it starts to rain--and rain--and rain . . .
 
The street is devoid of traffic until such time as I want to back out of my driveway. :(

Or the famous racing family down the street decides to park their car trailer in front of your drive..."It'll only be there a few minutes." :rolleyes:

You plan a whole list of outdoor activities in the garden over Christmas break and it starts to rain--and rain--and rain . . .

Change your plans. Go boating. Just a suggestion...
 
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When you plan to call in "sick" on Sunday but the Tuesday before you get sick!!!! WTF!?!
 
You plan on wearing a certain outfit and it either a) Doesn't fit or b) Is all wrinkled and you don't have time to iron it.

The one time you forget to bring your cell phone along your car breaks down.

You try to feed the cute little squirrel a peanut and it bites your finger and you need stitches and a tetanus shot.
 
It happens because God subcontracted the actual design and construction of the Universe to a drunken Irishman named Murphy. That's one reason why always going with the lowest bidder is not necessarily a best practice...
 
When you drop your bread, it lands butter side down. The butter side is heavier. Duh.

The moment you most want to be alone is the moment the cat wants to be in your lap. It's a cat's job.

When you finally find a moment to sit quietly and undisturbed in your own home, that's when the drunk neighbor decides to crash into the tree in your front yard and the police, fire department and ambulances come screaming into your driveway. It's a drunk's job.

You finally get a chance to enjoy the holidays with enthusiam and your husband/wife/significant other decides to launch into a tirade that spoils everything. It's the SO's job.

You get your profit-share bonus on Monday and Tuesday your car breaks down. Guess what! Your bonus is just enough to cover it and there's going to be no vacation this year. It's the car's job.

You're dozing on the couch after a long, hard day and the dog suddenly goes balistic, yapping her head off and scaring you so bad you fall off the couch...or the cat sinks claws into your dangling toes--same reaction. It's the dogs... no wait, dogs are just that annoying. Always. You just don't notice until things quiet down.

You plan a yard party and wake to torrential rainfall. Wet t-shirt time?
 
If you butter the inner side of a heel slice of bread it will almost always land butter side up when dropped.
 
The best time to catch every light red is when you are in a huge hurry and are at your grouchiest.
 
No sooner than you get completely naked in a public library, some damn fool activates the fire alarm.
 
When you drop your bread, it lands butter side down. The butter side is heavier. Duh.

The moment you most want to be alone is the moment the cat wants to be in your lap. It's a cat's job.

When you finally find a moment to sit quietly and undisturbed in your own home, that's when the drunk neighbor decides to crash into the tree in your front yard and the police, fire department and ambulances come screaming into your driveway. It's a drunk's job.

You finally get a chance to enjoy the holidays with enthusiam and your husband/wife/significant other decides to launch into a tirade that spoils everything. It's the SO's job.

You get your profit-share bonus on Monday and Tuesday your car breaks down. Guess what! Your bonus is just enough to cover it and there's going to be no vacation this year. It's the car's job.

You're dozing on the couch after a long, hard day and the dog suddenly goes balistic, yapping her head off and scaring you so bad you fall off the couch...or the cat sinks claws into your dangling toes--same reaction. It's the dogs... no wait, dogs are just that annoying. Always. You just don't notice until things quiet down.

You plan a yard party and wake to torrential rainfall. Wet t-shirt time?

Thanks for the clarification. Haven't done the wet t-shirt thing since college. Is it still allowed?

The best time to catch every light red is when you are in a huge hurry and are at your grouchiest.

I think I've written about that a few times.

No sooner than you get completely naked in a public library, some damn fool activates the fire alarm.

Um...

No, I got nothin'.
 
Have you ever noticed that when you need to use a public restroom the most, the only one you can find is closed for cleaning?

That when you're out in the wilds and everything is quiet and you start getting a bit amorous with your seet thing here comes a pack of kids?

That as soon as you settle down to have some fun with another either the phone rings or some one is knocking on your door?

That the one night you absolutely have to get some sleep is the night your neighboir decides to have a wild and crazy party?

That the one day you forget your wallet with your license at home is the day you get pulled over?

That as soon as you get into a crowded elevator that beef and bean burrito you had for dinner the day before decides to come back to haunt you?

Cat
 
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