Murphys Law

It was just one of those weeks.

I start off the week on Monday with plans of going after work to renew my license plate sticker, that a police officer had so kindly told me expired.

Only to find out at the currency exchange that they cant renew my sticker

 do to the fact that I need to have my emissions tested first.

 "HUH?"

Next stop Verizon.

I have been having issues with Mr Droid for about a week now

 so I decide to stop in to see what is going on.

They ask me to leave him so they could do some "diagnostic"

 work.

 Upon my return they immediately tell me

 (in the words of the gentleman behind the counter.)

"hes toast!"

On Tuesday I have to run out
and pickup up a document at the recorders office.

The attorney who had sent me on this errand told me in advance that I would need to pay $1.00 for a copy of the necessary document.

 So off I go.

Upon arriving downtown I park and reach behind me to grab my purse out of the back seat.......oh NO

 its back at the office under my desk.

So I frantically search under the seats between the seats
 and in the console.

 I manage to come up with 88 cents.

 Hoping that it is "close enough" I enter the recorders office.

Tell her the document number and when she goes to print it,

I start in telling her my "funny story"

about forgetting my purse and how I only having 88 cents.

Well it seems she doesn't have a sense of humor

and tells me she cant print it with out $1.00 (really?)

 I keep a smile on my face and continue
 to try to persuade her over to my side,

 I mean, we are only talking 12 cents here.

 But NO...it doesn't work.

Desperate not to leave with out the document I continue on

 about how I manage the RE/MAX office in New Lenox

and how anytime she could stop in

and use our fax, copier, email for free.

Heck I will even give her a cup of coffee.

She says no her manager wont allow her to do it.

Just about that time an older woman
 (mid 50's) walks in as I'm babbling and says

 "how much do you need?"

and proceeds to hand me the money.

Bless you dear Woman!

On Wednesday evening my lap top I carry back and forth and use for work

 gets the blue screen of death!

OH PLEASE NO

don't let it be true.

My DH takes it to the resident Geek to get it checked and yeah

"its toast"

luckily they were able to pull off my documents and pictures on to a flash drive.

(the good news is I'm now streaming live from my new Sony Vaio)

anyhow

 Yesterday while I'm out showing houses in the rain/snow

I receive this text message....

"wheres Grandma?"

(yep baby girl had came to visit me)

OK now I'm Mad!

 what more can one person be expected to take?