Breaking Things..

Ok, so Monday night was, to put it simply, crazy and twisted.

First of all, I walk into my room, the radios on, I'm having a great time, until I look down.  And see my cat.  With a mouse.  In her claws!  So I scream, pick my cat up, and run down the length of my house with my cat in my arms, calling for my dad.  "Dad!  Dad! Dad!  Dad!  Daaaaaaad!  DAD!"
I finally get my dad, he comes to my room, and picks up the little mousikins by its tail then walks with it, through the house, while a horrified Sierra and a agitated cat look on.  (I'm still not quite sure what happened to the mouse...)

Then, I decide to take a shower after my incredibly stressful moment.  So I walk into the bathroom, only to find the toilet flooded.  Great.  Just, great.  So once again, I go down the length of my house, and tell my dad, who promptly makes me clean up the bathroom.  All types of ewwy.  The floor is, really wet, so I grab a towel and start mopping.  After I finished my gruesome, yucky, awful chore, I walk down the length of my house to put the soaking wet toilet water towel in the washing machine.  When I get to the laundry room, I found that there was already a load in.  So I clicked the pause button, and wait for the door to unlock.  And waited.  It didn't unlock.  So I turned off the washing machine, and still the door did not unlock.  I turn the machine back on.  Still, no un-lockage.  So, once again, I go and get my dad, to tell him that the door won't unlock.  So here's how the scenario unfolded..

A fairly shocked  mom walks into the laundry room, surprised, and asks, "What is going on?!?"
A disgruntled dad rather bluntly replies, "Sierra is breaking everything that she touches."
A slightly hurt and exasperated me says, "It's not my fault I'm having terrible luck!"

Anyways, I ended up leaving my parents in their struggles and went to finally, finally, take a shower.  Why did it have to be so complicated???