Why I Love Today

'You're a vindictive bitch,' said my husband at one point. I'm sorry, but who can blame me? 

I got an email from him tonight which said that his car has a busted something or other and he had to take it to the garage. It might not be fixed this week so he only has his (midlife crisis) motorcycle. He might not be able to pick up the kids this weekend. (He's supposed to have them before he leaves town for a month.) 

When I saw his email, my first instinct was - how can I fix this? Should I lend him my car? Hahahaha. Just kidding, my first instinct was laughter. Bust a gut laughter. Poor guy, his car is broken down. How stressful and unfair. The injustice when our vehicles fail us. Heh heh heh. 

Even though the repair money is essentially coming out of my pocket too since we still have pooled finances, I can't help but snicker. I hope we have a torrential downpour for the next few days so I can envision him riding his motorcycle in his stupid Joe Rocket bright yellow jacket, zooming through mud puddles as the water splashes up around him, soaking him from head to toe. He'll pull up in front of his work looking like the drowned rat that he is. 

I love karma, and that's why I love today.