If you've read my blog for any length of time you know that ridiculous things happen to me on what is pretty much a daily basis. One might go so far as to say that I am actually a ridiculous person, and as such, ridiculous situations gravitate towards me. Besides this week's mishap at the gas pump, I've blogged about:
"Where" you ask "has all this come from!?" Well folks, I blame my mother. No one believes me when I tell them this because my Mom is (mostly) a very practical person. You ask why all these weird things happen to me and I say "It's my mother's fault!". You laugh at me. Then I refuse to make you cupcakes. Then it goes south.
"But" you say "You're always quote these wise little bits of advice from your Mother!" To which I must respond "How do you think she learned all those little tid-bits!? Trial and error, my friends, trial and error." Anyways. I now have proof that I have inherited this habit of having odd things happen to me from my Mom.
My mother keeps a blog. You didn't know that? Well she does. The topic is infant potty training. (Yes, my Mom potty trains from birth; I told you she was super-mom.) Recently she blogged about a potty mishap in which poop was spread all over the house. Please go read about it. It will make me feel better about being such a disaster magnet.
Also, it greatly hilarifies me to imagine the same thing happening to Sarah Palin.