With our dirty fingernails, greasy hair, and loads of dirty clothes, we returned. Right when we got home, I knew that I needed to go up and take a shower to wipe off all of the grime. With that done, I was feeling quite good, until I noticed that I was all out of hairspray...really didn't need it that night, but for some reason, that little squirt does something lifty and shiny to my hair.

The doorbell rang. The neighbor across the street was there. "Um, well, while you were away, my daughter's boyfriend hit your car." Right - it was hit - and we are now in the process of replacing our 1993 Camry....the car that gets forty or more miles per gallon....

Later that night....I go down in the basement and smell a little funk. I come upstairs and ask hubby to take a sniff. Not 3 seconds after going down he yells, "Sara, are you kidding me?"

Actually no, I wasn't kidding....I thought there was a smell. I rush down to see...a little water accident. Our air conditioner leaked quite a lot of water all over and everything looked a "little" terrible. The guys came today and drilled holes in the wall, have fans, and a water de-humidifier (is that a word?) down there. Carpet, baseboards, and a wall or two might need to be replaced.

When I have accidents, they happen in threes...

So...if I blame the start of these accidents on the hair spray, I am done and finished. The End.