The first run-in was over the holidays. I had a great idea that I should really minimize in the year 2015 -- get rid of anything we don't NEED in our lives. As I was packing up all the Christmas
Then I had the wonderful idea to 'get off Facebook' for a while. As some may remember, I ditched Facebook for a month last year and it was the most productive, albeit twitchy month of the entire year. I've been way too ensconced in it lately and not nearly as productive as I really should be, so I thought, hey maybe it's time to take a break. Except, I didn't take a break, at all. I tried to, but there were messages to respond to and kittens getting stuck in tissue boxes and riddles to decipher and... well, I just never took that break. Then, of course, Karma stepped in for me. Somehow, I found myself in the middle of a social shitstorm involving our entire neighbourhood residents' Facebook page, and one little comment by little old me (IT WAS A JOKE!) resulted in, basically, the EPA being called on my neighbour across the street, who I now owe a huge bottle of wine and probably lots of cake. THANKS KARMA. I'll be backing off Facebook then. GOT IT.
The last call came this morning. I was in the shower, running late due to the fact that I got up EARLY to get on the treadmill (holla!) and was feeling so smug that after sweating for a good 24 minutes, I sat down to watch the rest of the Girls episode I was watching while running. Okay jogging. Okay walking fast. Anyway it was a great episode, but meant I had to rush around, try to take a 'fast' shower and ended up dropping the razor on my toe and breaking it (the razor, not my toe... what the hell I don't shave with an anvil!) AND getting soap in my eyes at the same time.
Karma, I get it, okay? I hear you. Stop getting up early and working out! she's saying. I GOT IT, duly noted. I'm on it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have some apology cakes to bake, but remember: listen to Karma. She knows what's what, and she's not afraid to smash lightbulbs and involve the EPA in your shit, and she really doesn't like me getting up at 6 am to get on the treadmill (clearly!).