Anything that can go wrong, will - at the worst possible moment

Finagle's corollary to Murphy's Law

Today I had an unexpected visitor: Mr. Murphy. It's been such a long time since he's come to visit, and he showed up just as the house looked like a disaster zone. He always does have such marvelous timing.

This morning, I decided that I would continue pressure washing the deck. It was still sticky outside from an earlier rain, but the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and it was still that perfect temperature. I got out the quasi-toxic deck cleaner, assembled the sprayer which I just discovered was in our possession, and got the washer ready to go. I started working, and was impressed by the progress I was making. Suddenly, Mr. Murphy arrived to say hello. Joy filled my heart as dark clouds moved in and rain poured from the sky by the bucketful. Thanks Murph, I really needed to freeze and be drenched.

To keep the machinery from rusting in the sudden downpour, I spent the next 15 minutes lugging stuff into the garage. After my unanticipated outdoor shower, I was eager to change into some dry clothes, which I proceeded to do. Looking out the window, I saw the shining sunbeams filtering their way through the trees as the clouds moved away. The birds, right on cue, began their songs, laughing at the practical joke Murphy had played. What a prankster he is.

It's going to be fun with him in town. Already, the church newsletter got messed up thanks to a misnamed document, font incompatibilities, computer illiterate people, and a pointless deadline. I'm excited to see what fun activities Mr. Murphy has planned for next.