It is tradition that things always break when they leave
Since my husband has left for his vacation to Afghanistan, everything has decided to break. First it was my brand new laptop. Three months into it, I still haven't took it to go get fixed. Then it was my car window's motor. $350. I could have bought a new purse with that. Then it was Oscar, my cat. I am pretty sure his lungs were broke, because for two weeks he was trying to cough them out. Now my mom is in the hospital. I think the next thing to break might be my sanity.