Party Time!

Sometimes if it wasn't for bad luck, I would have no luck at all.

Most of the time I am fine with this chain of events. Today not so much.

I have always wanted to give a big party at my house. The kind with fun food, fun people, really just fun. Any party would be fine. The ex was always down on the idea. The kid would look at me blankly and just shake his head side to side, which I take for a "No, never in my life." I can pick up subtle hints.

So it never came to pass. Until this week. For some reason, the stars have aligned and pigs have started to fly. I'm pretty certain hell is frozen because the kid said "Yes."

Astounding.

Wonderful.

Fantastic.

The theater broke. Yep, no sound, which would be fine if he was into silent films. Which he is not. Damn it! My big chance and the universe still cannot cut me a break.

I feel like Charlie Brown and I am being followed by a little raincloud. Only it is not a little raincloud it is a freakin' tsunami. And it has it's eyes set on me.

If just one thing could break that I would have a chance in hell of fixing it would at least give me a positive outcome. Amazon woman saves the day! But no, it is machinery that unless the instructions are written down I can't even turn on. Let alone open up and act all MacGyver with some chewing gum and a rubber band. I can't even back the car out of the garage without dinging the mirrors, I'm pretty sure me and electricity will not have a favorable outcome.

So the universe is on notice. You've given me a neurotic dog, a loon for a husband, big feet and no math skills, don't you dare take away my chance for a party.