Karma is a fickle bitch

So I was at the back door getting rained on when I fumbled for my keys and decided the heck with it , I jogged to the front door of the office and tumbled in. At last one small step for me one giant leap for karma at least I was inside and not out in the rain. The rest of the day went without a hitch. Now fast foreward to tuesday around lunch time. I finished my lunch early and decided to do a little on line banking, I got the old handy check register to compare and balance. When what do I spy with my little eye? A -282.00  ?? What IS GOING ON. I sit with my mouth open staring at the blinking cursor how could be. Karma are you playing tricks on my eyes. I quickly scanned the screen . Wait what is that right there. A gas bill I paid 113.00 on the friday before but the screen shows 282.00 I did not pay that much . Quick batman to the checkbook, Yep, right there 113.00. I need to leave work and take care of this, if not I may have to sell a kidney or one of the kids which ever one wil...

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...