The joke is on me...or all over my house.

I’m pretty sure that my house is exuding a new sense of humor in the form of micro-disasters. Yesterday my daughter’s beading storage container managed to take a dive in the laundry room thus expelling microscopic beads to the four corners of never-going-to-see-the-light-of-day. I discovered this fun mess when I went to do laundry. I was ever so excited to have another chore at hand. This fun was only too short lived, so of course my house decided to extend another random act of joy giving. I was cutting open a bag of lentils to cook with quinoa when the bag leaped out of my hands sending a chattering cascade of lentils across the countertop. I paused with the expectation that I would be able to hear the walls of the house snickering at me. They refrained so as to rob me of any gratification. Oh so funny.