Murphy’s Law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Me, I would like to know who this Murphy chap is, so I can either tell him to go fly a kite or to go fuck himself, depending on his vibe and our rapport. Either way, he’s not getting off easy.

Our newest “adventures” involve furry, thieving critters in our midst with an appetite for wholemeal bread with grains. (Hey, I get it; fiber is important.) This morning while breakfast was underway, it was noticed that the loaf was gouged and the bag shredded by a pair of tiny teeth. And thus, my morale has been gouged and my peace of mind shredded.

Also: the van has taken to wild gyration while on the road and we need new tires. The end.

-K