
Murphy’s law is entirely too overactive in my life. It seems like every time I start to feel like I’m getting ahead, it decides to slap me back down.
Enter my tax rebate check. $600 all to me. Put some in savings, use some for a nice trip to see some friends. Sounds great, doesn’t it?
Enter Mr. Murphy and his damn cruel ways.
As always, catastrophe hits the day before I leave for a trip. Last Friday evening before I left for work, I ate some popcorn (as I always do at work). About a half hour later, I felt something odd [ ... ]