I rarely feel the need to punish Mr. Husband when he does something mean. All I have to do is wait, and the universe will punish him for me. That time he called me a moron for putting a giant comforter in the washing machine and flooding the basement? It was only a matter of minutes before he slipped on the stairs and fell on his bum bum. If he makes a snide remark about the fact that I'm domestically challenged, give it ten minutes. He'll smack his head on the door of the kitchen cabinet he left open. When he gives me grief about spending too much money, he invariably drops a heavy object on his own foot.

I have no hand in any of the incidents. I just wait for Karma to catch up to him. It ALWAYS does.

I guess since Karma is so used to hanging out around our house, she has decided to pay a little visit to The Toddler. After she was so cruel to that little girl on Friday? She ended up with this face:

(It looks 417 times worse in person, btw.)

I would like to say that I'm all sorts of ticked off that it happened at daycare, but the fact of the matter is that she was walking outside, holding hands with Abby, and randomly fell flat on her little piehole. I'm going to have to go with it just being one of those things that happens when you're 2-years old and klutzier than an elephant in high heels walking a tight rope.

That, and Karma is a bitch.