Murphy's Law

So pretty much my life is run by Murphy’s Law - Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. I am pretty sure that my luck is going to change very soon and I will win the lottery or something but so far…I’m not there yet. I turn 30 on 10/10/10 so I’m pretty sure that’s lucky! What’s unlucky is that it falls on a Sunday so there are no Sunday lottery draws. Damnit! Going to head home and spend thanksgiving with my family though so that will be nice. I’m pretty excited for 30 really - probably the only one in the world excited for 30 - because I’m told your 30s are the best years of your life. Well it wouldn’t take much to beat my 20s but we’ll get into that at a later date.


A few weeks ago I went to the mall after work to look for something….no idea really what it was I was looking for now that I’m looking back but pretty sure I didn’t come home with it. I ended up going into this shoe store…yes yes…the addiction of shoes. I found the PERFECT Nine West shoes (this kind but not this colour) and they are so pretty and they match everything I own and they’re more comfortable than my sneakers I think (albeit it may be because I rarely wear sneakers so heels have become more comfortable). So I wear them out on what I will call a date (he doesn’t call it a date though but that’s totally his problem because I’m totally awesome and he just hasn’t realized my awesomeness yet.. anyways) So we end up walking about 30 blocks from the restaurant to a club on 17th Ave (which if you’re not from Calgary is basically a street filled with bars and pubs and restaurants) and then I walk all the way back to the train to go home. I get home and pass out from too many Bulldogs (see the menu from Julio’s Barrio - yum) and when I get up the next morning to go out with some girlfriends, I notice my poor pretty shoes are all ripped. The genius shoe doctor here looked at them last week and told me that there’s nothing he can do for them and that it would keep happening so I think - ok, I’ll take them back to the store. Nope, get my receipt out of the garbage and see it’s stamped “Final Sale - No Returns”. I will probably still wear them until they are completely unwearable and ugly but whatever. They’re not as pretty anymore now that they’re ripped and a new pair is now $120 which I’d be willing to pay if the first pair hadn’t ripped but I don’t want to pay for something that may rip again. How frustrating.