And the Unlucky Day Continues...

You'd think that all of my bad luck would have run out by now, or at least run down. But I'm sad to say it hasn't. (Lucky for you because otherwise I wouldn't be posting right now)

Every Thursday I go to my friends house to take piano lessons and hang out for a while. Yesterday I stayed till about three then we talked her mom into letting her come with me to drop off a computer and hang out a while. Normally this would be great fun (And of course bad things happen when I hang out with friends, like we would get stopped by the cops because we do not look our age but we do look like "could-be-teenaged-thugs") But today when we get back to my house my parents were putting in the new stove. (Yes. We had to get a new stove...) We quickly decided to just leave and let them put it in. So we go to Walmart to walk around and waste time. On the way in, the sky starts getting dark and clouds of doom start stretching over the sky. I parked as close as I could and thought, "It probably won't even rain today"

No.

As soon as we get inside it starts to pour. I mean you could barely see three feet in front of you. I thought maybe after a little bit it would let up some so we could make it back to the car at least. So we start walking around causing trouble (A.K.A. giving our reviews on movies.) And wandering through the Halloween costume finding misspelled words on packages and things. Finally about 30 to 45 minutes later I decide it's not going to let up and we've been around the building at least 15 times. So I tell her I will run out and get the car and pull it around so she wouldn't have to get too wet.

This is mistake #2

When I get to the door it's still pouring down. I looked back at her like a sad puppy hoping she might say "Why don't we just wait a while?" But what does she do? She waves and says "Don't forget to unlock the door buddy!" Clearly seeing she was going to do nothing to stop me, I ran out in the rain.
After a few seconds I was soaked and decided "What the hey?" So I start running for dear life splashing myself as well as anyone running near me. About halfway across the parking lot I forget where I parked. There is something you should know about my car. It is tiny. Like it's really really tiny.... So all the other cars are blocking any view of it. After a minute or two I give up and start running in the general direction I thought it would be in. Luckily I see it! I take off in a dead sprint and that is when my foot touches the ground. My first thought is "I've messed my shoe up!" but when I look down it's not even on my foot. I look around frantically searching for it only to see that it is floating away! (Yes it was raining that bad.) So there I am running through the parking lot in the rain with only one shoe on chasing the other. I finally caught it after a minute and that is when I give up trying not to get soaked and calmly walk back to my car and unlock the door. This is about the time I notice that there are people sitting in the cars around me laughing insanely. I look at them and wave and then get into my car and crank it up. I leaned over and unlocked the door first thing ok? I really did. But when I got to the door, she was standing there dry and happy... So yeah I locked it back.
I left it like that for a minute till I realized she had my phone so I let her in.
That's when she starts laughing because I'm completely soaked. To make up for her laughing at me I took her cupcake and ate it in front of her... She was still laughing when I left... Her mom thinks we're insane...

On to what happened this morning... I wake up to the sound of screeching chickens. They do this all the time so I didn't even bother to see what they were doing outside my window. But after about ten minutes of this I got up, ready to make some fried chicken. When I look out the window I see two of the chickens have their heads caught in the fence. Being the animal lover that I am, I rushed out and poked them back into the pin but what do they do? They just ran and shoved their heads BACK into the fence. I had no idea what was going on. That's when I see one of the bigger hens jump on them. Apparently my Dad decided to try putting the two babies in with the older ones again. I wouldn't mind if they would stop jumping on them. So I get them out. But in the process of being bitten by chickens that are trying to jump on the babies in my hands, a car drives up. It is none other than a costumer dropping off a chair.

I'm in my night clothes, fighting off a pack of deranged chickens and of course this woman in an expensive car drives up and sees the whole thing.
Lovely timing.

After she left I started cooking breakfast in the new oven. Let's just say this oven hates me. It probably heard about what happened to the last oven... It burned my cinnamon rolls! So now I'm sitting here chewing on the burnt rolls and wondering what might happen next... 
I should probably wear a helmet today just to be safe...

The Very Unlucky Day

Saturday was not my day by far. How bad could one day get? Apparently it can get desperately horrible. Normally I only have one incident a day.... or two... Who's counting?
Anyway, my day seemed to get worse with every passing second. So that means I have a rather great story to tell.

It started off pretty good. I woke up with the house all to myself so that meant I could pig out at breakfast and no one would say anything, it's a good thing about days like that... Or so I thought.
I popped a tray of crescent rolls into the oven and started to check emails and facebook and other things like that. About ten minutes later I went to check on them. The oven wasn't even hot. I looked at the clock and the first thought in my mind is "Something is wrong" but sleepy me decides that I probably read the clock wrong when I first woke up. (Like normal) So I decided to give it a few more minutes. I run through the shower (Warning: this is just a figure of speech. You should NEVER run in the shower. You should also never dance to 'Single Ladies' in the shower. You can be seriously injured or you could break a hole in the bottom of the tub) But when I get out, the oven is still not hot. I even grabbed the pan! (Which is also a very stupid thing to do. Don't do it.) But it wasn't even warm. So I call my parents but of course neither of them answer so I sit there and look at my uncooked breakfast. I finally decide they aren't going to cook themselves so I put them into the toaster oven. (Fun Fact: Like microwaves, toaster ovens are completely incapable of cooking food correctly. Expect the worst.) This is when my Mom finally calls back and I tell her what's going on. She tells me to "leave the oven alone. You're Dad thinks it might explode"

... Let me just pause and say, That made me feel 100% better about the whole thing.

So, that is about the time I remember my breakfast. I really hate that toaster... Somethings it can cook wonderfully but others? My poor breakfast came out with the bottoms burnt to a crisp and some of the tops burnt as well... while on others, the tops weren't even done.
Needless to say I skipped breakfast.

Around supper time my Dad starts gumbo. It's always so good until he adds something that he thinks is missing. When it's not. So I have to stand there and watch him very closely to make sure he doesn't go back and add something that has no business doing in gumbo. Dad decides he has the taste he wants. Which is rare. So I had to 'sample' it. It was great! But overly hot. I burned the roof of my mouth. (Least it wasn't my tongue)
That's when I decide I need a short break from cooking. I had meant to finish cleaning all day. But of course I never got around to it. I leave him stirring the gumbo and go to get the vacuum.
While I'm cleaning, I notice a large spider in the corner behind my door. He had made a web over a hole in my wall. (Where that hole came from I have no idea... maybe it made it when it came in.) I can't very well hit it because it will go into the hole and escape! That's when this brilliant plan hits me. I can vacuum it up!
So I get the vacuum and start destroying the web... then the spider. It took maybe five seconds to be rid of the beast. Or so I thought... Less than a minute a later I hear a high pitched whine. I turned around and found that it was coming from the vacuum. After a minute it quits so I keep vacuuming. This is the worst mistake of my life...
A minute or two later I smell something disgusting, like burning plastic. When I turn back around I see smoke pouring from the the vacuum. I think might have screamed but I don't remember. All I really do remember is yanking the cord from the wall and tossing the entire vacuum out into the hall...
This is when my Dad leans over from his spot in the kitchen and sees me coughing and crawling from my room. He frowned at me and said "Having problems?"
I drag the still smoking vacuum into the kitchen and hand it to him. He looked at it and shrugged. I set the vacuum on fire and he shrugs.

I tried to explain it to him but he didn't really seem to give me much more of a reaction:

Me: I could have died in there...
Him: You can die anywhere.
Me: Yeah... but there was a greater risk of me dying...
Him: I suppose so.
Me: I think this was a sign. I should never clean my room again.
Him: I think you just ticked off a spider.
Me: ....Oh my gosh... That spider tried to kill me!
Him: Why did you try to vacuum him up. He was just eating the other bugs in your room.
Me: Dad, that thing was massive... Wait... other bugs? What do you mean other bugs?
Him: I mean the other spiders... What you thought there was just one?
Me: Dad! They saw me murder their cousin or brother or something! They'll come after me in the night and smother me in my sleep!
Him: Don't you mean attempted? He's probably still alive.

That's when I took the entire vacuum outside and set it on the front step... This didn't look good when my Mom came home. Try explaining to your mom that a spider set the vacuum cleaner on fire. It's not easy my of course my Dad did not help me out at all. He didn't even back me up!

In a course of one day, I successfully murdered my mothers vacuum, burned my mouth, and nearly blew up the house... I'd call that a bad day, wouldn't you?