And stuff breaks.

Yesterday, right after the nice Russian man left with a $260 check for fixing the washing machine, the microwave crapped out. As I was reheating my coffee on the stove, it dawned on me that the marriage was just the first of a long line of broken shit; it was followed by my heart, the water heater, the ice maker, the washing machine and now the microwave. What is going on here? There is some bad chi flowing through my house. I suppose I should go get a mammogram.