Murphy's Law...

So, I'm going to write a new "murphy's law". It goes something like this:

"On the day you decide to go to the grocery store looking like a mop,
your picture will be taken for the newspaper."

I know this to be true, because I'm living proof that it can happen.

Let me back up: Yesterday I worked out at the gym - which means moppy hair, no make-up, and that "just-out-of-bed" look. On my way home, I ran into Meijer to grab a few things for dinner. I was in & out in no time. I wasn't spotted by anyone I knew. As I was loading my spoils into the suburban, I was interrupted by a reporter with a notepad and her photographer, camera in hand.

They wanted to know what I thought about the armed robbery that had taken place at this location earlier that morning. I was shocked! "My" Meijer was such a safe place, nestled in our secure & sheltered little township. I told them what I thought, while Mr. Cameraman shot pictures of me like I was Kate Gosselin.

When they left me and my groceries alone, I prayed that my photo & comments wouldn't be used. And then I forgot about it. Until this afternoon when Riley came home from school and a few kids said they saw her mom in the Oakland Press.

THE HORROR!

This is the beautiful shot they used.
To make it even more fun,
at the bottom of the picture it reads, "To enlarge, click here." Really?

To read the whole article and my gripping comments, click here.

Also, the cute gal with the Michigan State sweatshirt on is my next-door neighbor, Danielle.
Go figure!!

There's probably a Murphy's Law for that, too. Something like,
"If it can happen once, it will happen twice."