Those few words are loosely attached to many events lately.
Playing cards: Of course I would end up with 2 aces at the end of a Rummy Game knowing he has the other one.
“Of course football takes precedence over tennis on CBS.” Ugh.
“Of course the only two shows I watch on TV come on the same night at the same time.”
Yes, that is exactly what happened.
My mechanic told me, “I couldn’t repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.”
The smell of smoke forced me to open the door only to find the back of the element had a small fiery flame. It all happened so fast I hadn’t turned the oven off. Once done, the flame died out.
Of course this would happen 24 hours before the long weekend. We had to order an element the appliance service hoped would arrive late Friday. We waited for his call.
Of course he didn’t call. Of course we can’t cook in the oven all weekend. Of course the part won’t be here until after Labor Day.
The trusty little grill I bought a few months ago will certainly come in handy.
And Colonel Sanders still cooks some good ole’ southern fried chicken.
SO WHY DO THINGS ALWAYS BREAK ON WEEKENDS?
Repairs aren’t made on weekends unless it is an emergency.
Appliances seem to know repairs aren’t made on weekends; they want to make us miserable and live without them.
There should be a law prohibiting needful items from breaking on weekends.
A repair shop:
WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR – THE BELL DOESN’T WORK)
The devil works overtime. He breaks things. Lots of things hoping to interfere with our joy.
I guess the devil doesn’t know George Foreman had a grill.
Or Colonel Sanders makes fried chicken. Even on weekends.
Isaiah 1:18 “Come now, let us reason together,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”
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