Wouldn't You Know It

There was a cat accident* on the couch the other day, so I took the cover off the cushion and washed it.  It was hot and sunny and the cover dried in almost no time outside.  And then it was noticeably cleaner than the others, so I decided to wash the rest of them this morning. But wouldn't you know it, today dawned cool and cloudy.  They are taking forever to dry, and the whole living room looks like a tornado hit it.  And wouldn't you know it, the inner case of one of the pillows had ripped, leaving this mess to deal with. 

*Homer's white blood count is high, so he has some kind of infection that hasn't been determined yet. Since his cancer meds are immunosuppressants, the vet thought it would be good to start him on antibiotics right away.  It is usually easier to give him liquids than pills, but wouldn't you know it, we quickly discovered this is not the case with the antibiotic. Five mils of sticky viscous cherry flavored goo were more than enough to traumatize him. He took off like a shot, or maybe a surface to air missile, over the couch, red goo all over his fur, voiding his bladder in the process.  Needless to say, we got the pills instead. They turned out to be tiny enough to hide in a dollop of cream cheese, so everyone is happy now.