Fuck you, Mr. Murphy, and your stupid laws.

Got to have lunch with my husband today for the first time in a week!

Sparring Partner gave me the okeydokey to head home and just chill since it’d been a long week!

Driving home and suddenly had the need to poop…as I hit every yellow-to-red light in town AND got behind every two-day-early Sunday driver!

And then noticed that the gas gauge was on EMPTY!

Made it home safely with no accidents. Of any kind. And no gas, of the petrol kind!

Was even able to get the mail!

Which included yet another rejection letter!

I think I’m going to just resign myself to become a SAHM. The job offers will surely just start pouring in then!

20 months and counting as ungainfully employed!

FML!

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7 thoughts on “Fuck you, Mr. Murphy, and your stupid laws.”

  1. I know it would suck for you, but I can’t deny I was hoping for a great shitting yourself story…

    sigh

    Instead you slapped us with another rejection letter. Which is worse than shitting yourself.

  2. Glad you made it home in time to do da bizniss. The rejection letter? I heard they make great fire starters for the fireplace. Assholes don’t know what they’re missing.

  3. Not pooping and not being stranded on the road while needing to poop = PLUS

    Rejection letter = MINUS

    Though I am not making light of the rejection letter. That just sucks, plain and simple. I wish there was something I could do.

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