Strange things just seem to happen to me.
Take last night, for example. I got up in the middle of the night to answer nature. Now, let me clarify one thing. There is not a man in this house. On the rare occasions that there is a man in this house -- like when my son comes to visit -- he uses the hall bathroom. He does not use my bathroom. Even so, he was not here last night.
That makes it all the more mysterious that when I get up to answer nature at 2:00 AM, I sit on the toilet and discover -- yes, the hard way-- that the seat is up. How did the seat get up???? It was not up when I sat on it before going to bed, and I certainly didn't put it up, so how did it get that way? Weird things, I tell you.
I survived my near mishap on the toilet and go to work. Not at 2 AM, but ...well, you get it. I go to work. Yes, it was another one of those days. I'm really getting tired of this, you know. Someone is surely testing my fortitude out there.
In a vain attempt to lighten the mood, I take this cartoon in and hang it up.
Nobody gets it. Seriously. Nobody gets the joke. I didn't think it was that difficult. I'm in a relationship with my air conditioner. I named him BRAD. I love BRAD. However, unlike the girl in the car insurance commercial, I have no plans on totaling BRAD.
Note to self: In the future, take simpler, less subtle forms of humor to work.
Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to cast on a hat and restore order to my world.