… you miss those “Kodak moments?” You lug your camera around for weeks hoping to find a bloggable picture. Nada. Zip. Zilch. All you get for your trouble is an aching back. Then one day, you decide not to carry that baby, and what happens?

Over the weekend, I went down to that favorite “roadhouse” of mine to grab a salad to go. As I went back to my car, I noticed a sleek, white limousine pulled up at Fuzzy’s Taco Shop (not a place you would expect to see a limousine!). I hung around for a few minutes and “Elvis,” in full regalia including sequined cape, exited the establishment with his entourage. Dang! Elvis Lives! But, of course I did not have my camera, so I can’t prove it to you!

…you get “surprises” before you even have your morning coffee?

With eyes barely opened, I stepped into the bathroom and saw a quick, darting movement. It was a tiny, dark “something.” As I leaped onto the toilet, in a single bound, I shrieked, “Scorpion!” Of course, my aim when I jumped was bad and one foot landed in the toilet. When my heart started beating again, I looked down and realized it was a tiny salamander.

We have them all the time, but usually by the time I find them they have been a “cat toy.” This one was alive and kicking, so I decided to rescue him. He had run under the bathroom scale. When I picked up the scale, the critter ran into a crack in it. I took the scales out to the back porch, but have no idea if the salamander had the good sense to escape. So, my bathroom scale is sitting out in the rain. At least I’m not tempted to weigh myself every five minutes hoping I lost an ounce. I know I didn’t.

… your e-mail is all screwed up?

Last night, one of my husband’s hotmail accounts wouldn’t load. He was totally frustrated, and wrote to his provider from another account. He couldn’t get it working. This morning, however, it loaded just fine, and what did he find? An e-mail in that inbox from his e-mail provider, telling him reasons why that account might not open.

Now, how was he supposed to get that e-mail, if the account didn’t work?

Sometimes, it seems my life is a succession of “Don’t you just hate it when” moments. In fact, that probably should be the name of my blog. I’m betting that some of you have those moments, too.

If you want to write a post about your “Don’t you just hate it when” moment, I’ll link back to you here. I thought that this would make a good writing contest prompt. I thought I’d have a contest and give away Fabulous Prizes. But, the last three times I’ve tried to engage y’all in contests there have been few, if any participants.

And, I just hate it when that happens…

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