Have I mentioned lately that I'm related to the Murphys of Murphy's Law? Swear to God...
For example my great great grandfather Thomas Murphy was bitten by a dog. So he went into town to see his doctor. Upon returning home, he fell out of his buggy, broke his neck, and died. True stuff, I have the newspaper article of the coroner's report to prove it.
And then his brother, Father Patrick Murphy, was taking a train somewhere and realized he had left his suitcase on the station platform. He tried to jump off the train, tripped, fell under the train and was decapitated. Yep, the Murphys are an unlucky bunch...
Which brings me back to me. The microwave just died. The garbage disposal has already quit working and one of the burners on the stove won't turn on and the fridge has a bad habit of freezing the eggs. The dog has heartworms and will require 300 dollars worth of arsenic shots (seriously, arsenic... yikes!). And to top it off, I have a fever of 102F at the moment. But Greg's is higher and his throat hurts more so he's in bed and I'm up with the 5 wildly healthy kids. If they were sick too, they'd be sleeping or quietly watching a movie with the occasional whimper that their heads hurt. But at least I'm taking Murphy's Philosophy to heart:
"Smile . . . tomorrow will be worse."
*smiles*
Update at 10pm: Greg took himself to the local emergent care facility and he has tonsillitis. Since I don't have tonsils, who knows what I have. Maybe just my allergies flaring up in sympathy.
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