Call it Karma. Call it Murphy's Law. Call it plain bad luck. But I FINALLY have a motor on my boat that works, and it's finally seaworthy after years of neglect, and my kid is old enough to go fishing and we're far enough out from the due date that my wife isn't going to suddenly go into labor (fingers crossed) and wouldn't you know it...the balmy sunny weather that was supposed to be Sunday (the only day we have free for the next three weeks) is now low 50s and 90 percent chance of rain.
I'd flick someone off, but wildly waving my hands in the air will draw odd stares from coworkers.
Oh screw it: FFFF YOUUUUUUU KARMA!!! You salty whore, you!!! Gaaaaa!
I'd flick someone off, but wildly waving my hands in the air will draw odd stares from coworkers.
Oh screw it: FFFF YOUUUUUUU KARMA!!! You salty whore, you!!! Gaaaaa!



