They say bad things happen in threes...what they didn't say is that there can be three groups of bad things, each with it's own subsection of threes...if that makes any sense.

Group 1.
A. Washing machine dies and floods floor at 4 a.m.
B. I pull my back emptying the remaing water in washing machine
C. Hubby's uniforms are too wet for him to wear to work...

Group 2
A. Dog escapes when Hubby comes home this morning
B. Ants all over the kitchen counters...from 0 to 1 million (ants) in 30 minutes
C. My daughter can't find shoe and my kids are 15 minutes late to school

Group 3.
A. Son forgot he had field trip...Dad races to take him a permission slip
B. Comes home to find Kitty on the porch, with a broken tail (maybe thats why the dog escaped out the front door today, to get the cat?)
C. Washing machine estimate...almost as much as I paid for this high tech, new fangled (damn) machine 2 and a half years ago....

The moral of the story... I should just crawl back in bed....pull the covers over my head, and pretend that I have changed my name....