Years ago when I first started to paid with real money (not the monopoly money I had been getting), I discovered that I owed Uncle Sam $1100 on tax day.

My boss was being a raging bitch.

Three printers and the main router decided to go tits up all at once.

My order for laser printer toner cartridges came back, again, because it wasn't formatted properly.

I had 10 minutes to deal with my bank to get the money for Uncle Sam. It took 40 minutes. Bankers are like that.

About 3:30 in the afternoon I get the beginnings of a cold.

At four we have a thunderstorm that strikes one of our buildings rendering it deaf, dumb and blind.

To make matters worse, my truck started making that noise that costs $600 to fix now or $1400 to fix later.

When I finally get home after 10:00, I sit down in my chair and my cat Booger hops in my lap.

I say, "Booger old pal, I had one hellva day."

He sat listening to me complain with the kind of interest that cats show when humans are babbling about something that the human thinks is important.

I make the mistake of ending my monologue with, "Oh crap, what else could go wrong?"

Booger made a dreadful sound, "HU-RUFF" and hurled a monster hairball in my lap.

Now I know.

Ever since then I have made a point to never asked what else could go wrong. Trust me on this. You don't want to know.