06.december: murphy's law

What is the world trying to tell you when things like this keep happening to you? Like that line at the end of Die Hard 2 that Bonnie Bedelia (playing Bruce Willis' wife) says "Why does this keep happening to us?"...not that S. and I get trapped by terrorists after the contents of bank vaults or mercenaries crashing planes if their demands are not met...not even close. In fact, when you compare our recent trobs and tribulations to that of the Die Hard plot lines, our lives are pretty hunky dory, to be perfectly honest.

What happened this time? Our car got towed this morning. It just figures. We parked it in front of our building when we got home last night because there was no where else in the entire neighborhood to park it. S. said he'd either get up early or come out later that night to move it. Of course, fatigue sets in, other things take precedence and he didn't get up and go out to move it before going to bed. In the morning, when I usually am pretty good at remembering things like this, I was a bit tired. I didn't sleep well and just wasn't myself. He also forgot and we both remembered at 8:30 when we were readying to leave for work. CRAP! The car. Towed. Gone. Grrr.

Under completely normal circumstances -- when things are going relatively well for both of us and there aren't a million "to-do's" on lists of lists of lists pinned up all over our apartment and people calling us with information and bills to pay and things to decide on and family members to worry about -- this would be a slight inconvenience. Go to the tow-park (that, incidentally is actually not even that far from where we work), pay the $140.00, have them surprise you with an additional $60.00 parking ticket and then get the car and move on. But no....it can't be that easy these days. Remember that laundry list? Well...yeah. There are things to do, places to go, things to get done, people to appease and bills to pay...so needless to say this was a bit of a stressful situation for both of us.

I think I was actually crying while stumbling down the extremely icy and slippery sidewalk on my way to work. S. of course, was angry -- not at me, however, and both of us were feeling rather like we are living our lives according to Murphy's Law: whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. Can I just point out the irony here that my father's pet name for me when I was younger was...ready for this? MURPHY. Yep. Like The Aforementioned Horrible Law. Because I was seriously accident prone and always getting into messes that I had not caused, but somehow stumbled into...figures. I knew that nickname, as sweetly and lovingly as it was intended at the time, I just KNEW it was going to come back and bite me in the ass. Yep. Thanks dad ;-).

So anyway. Comfort food is a necessity these days and chicken with apple and pomegranate stuffing does hit the spot. Yum.