Sticking a fork in the toaster.

Giving the cat a bath.

Walking through a minefield.

Eating a tomato-based product in a white shirt.

As I sit in front of this computer, taking a monkey bath with leftover bottled water from yesterday, trying to wash out this tiny (but I can see it) orange dribble stain directly in the center of my new white shirt, I remember this is exactly why I don't buy light colored shirts. Look at me, I'm like a kid with a red popsicle.

Inviting a wanted felon into your house to do odd jobs.

Standing in a bed of ants.

Why do I think it'll be any different the next time around? I think it's optimism. The damned optimism.