Ok, I'm not a big fan of believing in fate. I like to think that I have control over my life, but today I am starting to think that the universe is warning me that rough times are ahead. I went into the bathroom to grab some Kleenex, and I dropped my pencil. Down it fell into that porcelain water and waste holder. My pencil made a little ploop sound. I stood there looking at my pencil sitting in the bottom of the toilet. My first instinct was to flush it or just leave it there, but I stopped and thought (a dangerous pastime I know). I quickly realized that Melissa would probably not be happy if I flushed and managed to clog the toilet. I also realized that she would not be happy if I just left it there for her to get. As a guy, I was very tempted to just say, "Pencil in the toilet. Big deal. It got there by itself. Let the pencil save itself. If it didn't want to live in the toilet, then it shouldn't have fallen in there in the first place." Somehow I had a sinking feeling that Melissa would not be willing to take on such a laissez-faire approach to the pencil problem. Finally I decided that it would be much better for me to just get the pencil out of the toilet than deal with my wife's wrath. After all, it just isn't a good idea to make a pregnant woman mad. Actually it probably was a dumb idea to write that last line. Stupid pencil. Stupid toilet. Curse the fates!
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