Tempting Fate

Tomorrow night is racquetball.

It's taken a week for my back to straighten and be nearly pain free, so I guess it's time to tempt fate, again.

Actually, that's my home run swing; tempting fate.

Somehow I've ruined Michelle's morning mojo, and it isn't even tomorrow morning yet.

I went to the store this evening this evening and when I returned home, I backed in. I backed in so Michelle could make a speedy get-away in the morning. I backed in thinking I was doing her a favor. I backed in because I thought it as the nice thing to do. Apparently, I've ruined everything. Michelle pulled in forward because the the close proximity to the house shields the windshield from frost. Never mind that I park on the street where my car freezes up like Ice Road Truckers. Last year I would scrape Michelle's windows while my car warmed up; that is until I found out her windows refroze before she left and my efforts were wasted. I don't mind scraping Michelle's windows. Who doesn't like standing in the cold at five in the morning only to have your efforts refreeze before eight?

That's how marriage works. I scrape windows for the fun of it, and Michelle washes my gym clothes. I think I'm getting off easy.

I think I'll go turn her car around before bedtime; no sense tempting fate if I don't have to.