The Effect of the butterfly Part 1.

How do I know that Karma is a Fickle Bitch? First you have to know me. I am married , Have 3 kids, a 9 to 5 job , Own my own home. Average right? After you read my blog you may not think so. Am I hiding a deep dark secret? or something worse. Now that you know a little about me let me tell you how I know that karma is indeed a fickle bitch   and that she is indeed a woman, a on her cycle , hormonal woman. It all started on a rainy Monday I arrive at work in my mom van. I look out the window of said van and sigh it is Monday after all, and raining. I grab my gear lunch bag, purse, umbrella, diet soda(more about that later) with all that draped and slung across arms and shoulders I am ready to concur the day when before I can get the van door open ..... POOF the umbrella opens in the van. Oh shit I sit there as seconds tick by thinking "What? How? Why? Oh great they will never believe that I am late for work because of my stupid umbrella. It may have taken mere seconds for it to open but it took me a good 10 minutes to get it closed as i tried to maneuver the extra large will keep you dry in a hurricane umbrella. Even though they tell you mini vans are roomy and has lots of head and leg room. Show me one that you can open and close a umbrella in and I will buy it. After much struggling, cursing, and trying different positions I finally succed in getting the damn thing closed. I step out of the van and into the pouring rain only now I can't get the umberella open. So I walk/jog to the back door only to find it locked any other time it is open. Like I said Karma is a fickle bitch.

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Anonymous said…
Oh so very very true
March 1, 2011 at 7:00 PM
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