The Way It Goes

Some things seem predictable. Needing all new tires when you were hoping to only have a flat fixed. Getting home to sign for a package delivery to find a note from the delivery man saying he missed you. That raise you were counting on to finally get ahead just happens to coincide with a raise in the rent. All the friends who said “sure, I want one” actually didn’t want one after the three dragon eggs hatched. Can’t say I blame them. Any idea how much the things eat? Besides that the landlord reminded me no pets allowed so now I need to move. Isn’t that always the way it goes?

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