I'm off to Las Vegas this weekend and decided I needed a new outfit for the trip. I'm out shopping last night and my phone rings - its my husband.
"We have a problem."
"The glass in the shower door just shattered."
My first thought is - oh crap was anyone hurt. My second thought is - why the hell does this keep happening to me (us). I feel like I pissed of the Karma Police and this is retribution. Needless to say, I had to put off shopping for another day, I just didn't have it in me anymore.