Pissed off Deities

At some point in this life {or as I beginning to suspect..a previous life} I must have really rattled some Deity's cup of tea because Karma is biatch and she's after me.

Remember my 'missing' license.....well it's not so missing anymore.

My darling husband comes up to me and asks me where his favorite Joe Boxer undies are. How would I know? I don't go near his laundry, especially his underwear {I've heard the sounds his arse makes in the bathroom.... I ain't going anywhere near that}
Hubby is convinced that I have purloined his precious pantaloons.

So to humour his cranky-ass, I start rooting through the laundry {I have laundry issues which are a whole other conversation} as I start on the 3rd basket..lo and behold! What should fall onto the floor? My damn license. %^##!!!!

I have spent countless hours on the phone with various government agencies, spent a butt-load of $$ and plenty of sleepness nights worrying about getting my ID in time to fly next month and not to mention worrying about identity theft.Worst of all, it was a pretty damn good picture!!!

And all along, it's been sitting all warm and cozy in my laundry pile{s}.


Somehere out there, some higher being is having a hearty laugh at my expense.


ps..hubby did find his underwear..it was in the wrong drawer. Dork-stick.