My pal Murphy

Apparently there are more participants in selling a house than just the seller and the buyer. [And the realtors who take their obligatory 6%.] My pal Murphy, you know--the one with the law, is also a big participant. He's the one who stepped in when we were cleaning and broke the outside of the window frame when we were trying to figure out how to clean them. And we broke the inside of a different door frame too--the same lesson for 2 people at 2 different times. Murphy helped me break the light switch in the garage. He probably had something to do with our porch swing cracking after three years of perfectly good service. He may have had a hand in the timing too: a couple hours before a showing. During our first open house the light switch in the living room was not working. For whatever reason, the circuit breaker will not reset that circuit--even when there's nothing plugged in! Our faucet is leaking that we installed less than 6 months ago. New chips in the wall after moving furniture to have the carpet cleaned. All the paints we carefully saved for touch ups on just such an occasion have dried up. Broken closet door handle. Doggy doodoo in the basement (that hasn't happened forever!). Broken lawn mower. What's up, Murphy? Go find someone else to visit for a while!