Murphy's Law Monday

It is Murphy's Law that:

• After being gone from home for 7 days on vacation, my husband would have to turn right around and take a 3 day business trip to LA.
• His ankle would hurt more today than it has on any other day since the injury--and he has an important presentation to give tomorrow.
• The refrigerator would smell like something crawled in it and DIED when I opened it to get milk for breakfast (I knew I forgot to do something before we left!)
• All of the milk would be spoiled and there would be no "good cereal" in the cabinet for breakfast.
• Daylight Donuts would be closed on Mondays.
• The boys would break a window playing baseball while I was trying to have a cup of coffee with an out-of-town friend.
• The house, that was somewhat clean this morning, would be a disaster by this afternoon.
• It would absolutely DUMP rain on our fair city--like we haven't had enough already--during the duration of the childrens' paper route, making it necessary for me to drive them in the car, resulting in not only wet children, but also a wet and musty-smelling car.
• One of the children would drop a paper into a puddle of water, requiring me to drive to the newspaper office to get a new one and hand-deliver it to the customer.
• My son--who would rather play baseball than eat--would have his game canceled due to the rain, resulting in tears at our house, and the sinking feeling by me that this baseball season will last until mid-fall with trying to schedule make up games.
• 15 minutes after my son's game should have started, the sun would come out, and we would be treated to the most glorious sunset that I have seen in a long time. Wait. I take that one back. Murphy can't take any credit for that one--that one was a true gift from God.