Reverse Midas Touch

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Today is the kind of a day in which:

I topped up Sharkie’s windshield wash and power steering fluid only to discover that the wipers completely stopped working. No splash or swishy-swish. Just dead to the world.
I bought lightbulbs and a big shaker thing of de-icer pellets and the latter fell off the backseat. The lid popped off and spilled half of its contents underneath the passenger seat.
I brought Swiss Chalet home for me and Meagan only to discover her suddenly gone out with friends.
I turned on the livingroom lamp and it shorted out and burst into a wee flame and puff of smoke. Better that happen while I was home, but now I am sitting in the dark.

I really want to wash my new duvet cover for my also new non-allergenic duvet but I am more than a little afraid that my ancient almond yellow washer will grace me with its final eff you.

So I will just sit here quietly in the corner not touching a thi—