I told D that I have a new theory:
I’m worried that in a past life we were mass murders, or pedophiles, or really awful people that skinned puppies to make fur coats.. and that karma hadn’t gotten around to us until now.
I don’t know how else to explain this string of horrid luck.
On Friday, after a rash of bad news, I updated my Facebook status. “I’m tempted to ask what else, but I’m afraid God will take that as a personal challenge.”
On Saturday, we lost Winnie.
After someone installed the wrong carpet in the bedroom, we didn’t have enough to finish the bonus room so we had to buy more and during that process discovered that the carpet pad had sprouted legs and walked off. (hmm) So we got to buy more of that too. Appraisal is tomorrow and we HAVE to be done by then. So we were in constant motion all weekend, rushing to finish. We had the carpet guys, friends, family, neighbors, etc. in and out, in and out.
And Winnie jumped ship.
We drove all around, hollering for her. I asked every person who happened to be outside if they’d seen her. We checked both shelters, left descriptions and contact info. I put a “lost” ad on Craigslist, and made fliers. I can only hope some nice family picked her up and that our paths will cross soon. The thought of losing both dogs in the span of a month is just too much. As Junior and I drove around looking for her, I was literally speaking outloud to myself? God? That biznitch Karma? “Enough. This is enough. No more.”
I hope he/she/it listened.
Then I threw myself a fantastic pity party. I mean one for the record books. Ugly cry accompanied by soulful music and a fierce ’woe is me’. It had it all!
Except for other guests. All the people I would normally invite to a party were busy rallying on my behalf. It’s awful hard to stay blue when at the end of the day, you’ve still got a whole heap of things to be grateful for.
Long lost friends who come over to help you clean up yard debris AND bring you a hand made gift.
Neighbors who make sure you eat, and install kitchen lights they picked up for you at a silent auction.
Parents that are willing to watch munchkins so we could focus on working.
(That’s the new carpet.)
The fact that we were blessed with the coolest kid to ever walk this earth.
And my husband’s cute butt.