No one likes you, Murphy. Go home.
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I went from two fully functioning, well-tuned vehicles to 7/8 of a vehicle.
Tori the Touareg on the left. She is now sitting in a time out.
Blue Thunder the Volvo thought it would be hilarious to throw this at me the very next day. It’s running fine and I checked the oil, it’s good, but the light is still there, hence 7/8 of a functioning vehicle.
I mowed the lawn. It died after two passes for unknown reasons, but two hours later, I had a mowed lawn. It isn’t pretty and the lines are wavy, but it’s done. A garden shed, random trees, lawn furniture too heavy to move, garden, and landscaping make it impossible to mow the lawn in straight lines. At least, that’s the case if you’re me.
My verdict on self-propelled mowers: they’re nice until they’re not. We only lost one small tree and a rose bush. Um…whoops.
My opinion on bagged mowers: we will never own another one. No way, not ever.
My opinion on push reel lawnmowers: who needs a treadmill when you have a manual mower? We have such an awkward front lawn that it has to be done with a manual mower or a weed eater, and since there wasn’t a fat chance in h-e-double hockey sticks of me running the weed eater, I opted for the manual mower. It was painfully slow, but the best workout I’ve had in a long time.
Other happenings courtesy of Murph:
– Bought a container of spaghetti. Unloaded grocery bags in kitchen. Pick up container of spaghetti to put away in cupboard. Bottom of container opens. Spaghetti noodles everywhere.
– Opened the back door to let the dog in. Elle brings in her new friend, Big Fat Giant Buzzing Stinging Bee. Bee meets demise with bottom of Viper Pilot’s combat boot. Bee gut stain still on wall.
GO HOME, MURPHY!
There is no woe-is-me factor to this post — I’m actually enjoying reflecting on my misadventures of the past two weeks. Looking back on it, they are pretty hilarious. At the same time, if this is all that has gone wrong so far, then I’m pretty proud of myself. All I can do it throw my hands up and say, “well, it could be worse.” Because it really could be worse, you know, so much worse.
I’m all about solving and proving scientific theorems and laws but there is something about Murphy’s Law that I really don’t understand, yet all the same, I’m always able to prove this one with no problem. 🙂
It’s Friday! Enjoy this beautiful last day of the week! To ring in the weekend, here’s a video of my dog wearing pajamas. You’re welcome.
Have a great day!
PROST!
Alison Donlon says
Love this post! Not so much all the things that happened…but how you are able to laugh about it. I'm having the same kind of morning…I get it…but you're SO RIGHT…it could be worse 😉
Tamera says
Self-propelled mowers and I do not get along. It's quite hilarious, actually.
We had a Volvo that would come down with the strangest illnesses at the most inopportune moments. It would absolutely refuse to run in the heat. Just stall out and sit there, stubbornly refusing to start. Of course this would happen when you had a plane to catch, severe hemorrhaging, tornado looming on the horizon, or other dire emergency in which a functioning automobile was critical. There was a lot of yelling and cursing at these moments. Of course, whenever there was no emergency, it would run like a champ.
I kind of miss that car :^)