They say bad things come in threes.
I'd say my father-in-law suffering a massive heart attack earlier this week would be the first one. (He's going to be okay, but it gave us all a huge scare).
I think that me backing out of a parking space and crashing into some poor woman's car this morning would be number two.
And now I'm hoping that the massive tummy ache I feel from drowning my sorrows in a bowl of cookie dough is the third.
I honestly don't think I can take much more this week.
Stupid life. Sometimes you really tick me off.