I think, subconsciously, I practice the law of repulsion. Everything I want, I still don't get...and everything I don't want, plagues me like a rash.
Loki, the Norwegian god of mischief, must be a late ancestor that's "looking out for me". Thanks...not funny.
I just sucked up some unknown object (swear, never saw it) while vacuuming. Trying to clean up debris, and the debris cleaner spews...debris.
Upon mopping, I'm expecting the mop head will fly off in one direction while I'm moving on a slick surface in the opposite.
Better go find some cleats...
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