The Blizzard

So for the last couple of months (scratch that.. lets be honest, it's been over a year), I have been largely absent from my blog.  Apologies. I was some other Megan. But fortunately, (or at least hopefully) I will be more present from thus forward! This is largely made possible by one Mr. Jacob gifting me out from under the proverbial rock. I know own a Laptop once more! And not just any dell either, oh no, this is a Mac! Wooooo! So let's get on with it shall we?

Mr. Murphy, the purveyor of bad timing, bad luck and bad headaches... is it him? Or possibly those mythical fairies - the Scandinavian ones all full of mischief? Are they responsible for what I like to call "solution presented after action taken" phenomenon?  This is that thing that happens when you are in grade school - your homework goes mysteriously missing until it is too late to turn in - then it is right where is should be in the homework folder. This is when you can't find that receipt until you've already reluctantly accepted store credit. This is when you can't find your car keys when you are running late. Or in the case of the last month, When you can't get a hold of customer service for weeks until you start Credit Card Dispute paperwork. (You might say this hardly qualifies - Maybe the paperwork made them realize I mean business - but no, the paperwork had not been completed yet). What is it that makes this happen? Are people blinded by stress when put on the spot? Does this happen to you? Theories?