Just My Luck

I stayed home from the ceili dance tonight due to a bout of the stomach flu.

An hour later than the proper hour, I remembered that the dog needed to be fed.

I opened the container.

It was EMPTY.

Unbelievable.

I lugged the twenty pound bag of food from the dining room to the kitchen, cut a hole in the top, lifted the bag, and poured the food.

Onto the floor.

Brilliant.

Wanda was pretty excited about this development.

I wasn't.

Although I didn't spill much, it seemed disastrous. It still does. Mostly 'cause my tummy hurts.

It's all cleaned up.

Wanda got more food than normal.

And I cried.

The End.