Dear Mr. Murphy

Dear Mr. Murphy,

As you and I have been well acquainted now for quite some time, most of my life, I feel that it is time to have serious dialogue about our unrequited relationship. I realize that you have your own fame and misfortune, and I am just a small population of those you visit often, but simply...enough is enough. We must stop meeting under the most rediculous circurcumstance.

Just recently, for example, as I had just begun my slow wallow into the deployment pool blues, you popped up to remind me that 'if anything can go wrong, it will'. Seriously, I am my Mother' child....I clearly knew that without a trip to the emergency room to remind me. Picture it...for a moment.... teary but being brave, I'm going out to hang an American flag by the mailbox (cause I'm patriotic like that).  One step too many and I find myself on the ground looking up at the evening sky, with an angry swelling ankle. Alone. In the dark. Oh, that was a good one Mr. Murphy!

Cough, cough, hack, cough. Flight out in the afternoon. Doctor, doctor....give me some news....Bronchitis.  What? Flight was cancelled do to an airline glitch. All within a couple of hours. Got me again Mr. Murphy!

While I do appreciate a good dose of humility and ironisism...with a tad bit of karma thrown in for good measure, I must insist that you do not come back and visit. We are over, Mr. Murphy. Good bye.

Peace