I should have stayed in bed!

There are days . . . I'm surprised I survived. Take Monday. My kitchen is empty and I have both parents and the mother-in-law to feed. We all pile into the car to go grocery shopping and boom. It's dead. Engine won't turn over. We get home from shopping at the corner market. My mom asks for a fleece jacket. No problem. I go in my closet and boom, I find it's infested with moths. A couple hours later I take Nicolas to the park and boom, some kid's babysitter takes possession of Nicolas' only shovel. She really wouldn't give it back to me. As I sat fuming about it boom! some kids running with a bucket of very cold ice frigid water spill the bucket on me. I jump about 10 feet in the air; and, as I land ajacent to the pond which was my seat, a pigeon poops on my head. No kidding. Green gooey pigeon poop. That night, while walking back from a choir rehearsal I was very careful not to cross against any lights. I was sure I was marked for death. Nothing happened. I was genuinely amazed. Then, I turn on my cell phone the next morning to find out that the precedent evening, I'd forgotten another very important rehearsal with my tenors. Good times.