misAdventures of Workmonkey 3.0

With the strong relationship I've shared over the years with Mr. Murphy S. Law, there was never a doubt in my mind I had to invite him to the wedding. He's been with me since the beginning. Sometimes, he helped me in small ways, like making sure the microwave was broken when seriously craving a bag of popcorn. Other times, he pushed for big changes, such as having my life-long crush finally reciprocate my feelings a mere two days before moving from Chicago to San Diego. He ensured I had a healthy coating of acne months before starting high school, cut me from the JV basketball team, and rejected me from Notre Dame. And this was before I turned eighteen.

With this history, I was glad to see he responded so quickly to my wedding invite. Thank you, Murphy, for your continued service to a lifetime of smooth sailing. Jill wondered why I laughed when I received his letter. It is because I was fully expecting it. As the Huron Reflector newspaper so aptly put in November of 1841:

I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side.