Remember?

 Just a few weeks ago, I'd counted 2 'bad things' happening to our family, and was waiting for the third one to happen. Remember that? Well, I got tired of waiting and decided that a day when I felt a bit 'out of it' was the third thing, so I could stop dreading it. Everything was clear sailing for us from there on, I decided.

I think I've just proved that the old adage, or old wive's tale, whatever it is, isn't true. Bad things don't necessarily happen in 3s. Those first 2 happened over a month ago, within the space of less than a week.

On a recent Sunday, we had 2 'bad' things happen to us in the space of a day. Hubby had made arrangements for some Klingons to come over to the house and get some pictures taken in costume for a project he's working on. I woke up that morning thinking I might have a UTI, and by the end of the day, I was 99% sure I did. Those things are painful! But I couldn't get to the doctor to have my suspicions confirmed (and get some medicine) until Monday.

The 2nd thing also happened that Sunday. After the pictures were taken, the Klingons were standing around in the garage, gabbing and having a fun time. The garage door was open to let the breeze in, and the door to the house was open so the dog could be with the people in the garage, if he wanted. I was also out there, trying to keep an eye on the dog, because Hubby hadn't put him on his leash, but he seemed content to lay under a work table and snooze.

Everything was fine until one of the Klingons left. Shortly after that, a pair of them left, and I realized the dog was no longer laying under the work table. I brought this to the attention of Hubby and the 2 remaining Klingons, and we all started looking for him. We searched all his favorite hiding spaces in the house. One guy went down the street to the corner to look for him while the other went up the street to the corner. Hubby got in his car and drove around the neighborhood looking for him. We searched for at least an hour, and nobody had seen him.

It was torture, but just a couple of minutes after Hubby got back, he went and took another look in the back yard, and there the dog was, walking from the neighbor's yard, just like disappearing for an hour was a normal thing for him to do.

So here we have another 2 'bad things' happening to us in short order. I have not found a third thing happening that week to complete the trilogy. So maybe bad things happen in pairs.

Or maybe bad things just happen. Without any real rhyme or reason.