Le sort est contre moi
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At one point, early in the afternoon on Thanksgiving the DH let the dogs outside, and notice that the back gate was open. Weird. We don’t use that gate very often; however, just last week, after my re-potting frenzy, I went through that gate to put the potting soil on the back porch. Maybe I didn’t latch it. He shut it, we moved on with our lives.
Yesterday I wanted to give the front yard one last mow. Wild chives grow in our lawns here, and while the grass has stopped growing the front yard has little random tufts of chives growing out of it. You can probably see where this is going. Someone stole our lawn mower … on Thanksgiving.
Apparently, the universe will kick you when you are down.