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Did youever feel like life's just lurking behind a bush somewhere waiting to throw a bucket of slop at you?

That's how I feel right now.

Life is too good.

I have a job that pays me rediculously well. (Mind you I work my ass off at it and don't always love it.)

I'm taking three classes and managing them fairly well. (Ok, I'm not as fluent at French as I want to be, but as The Kid just pointed out, I've only really been at it 3 weeks.)

My kid is incredible.

My husband and I have been married 18 years today, and there were roses waiting for me when I woke up this morning.

I hate it when things go this well. I hate the feeling of doom it brings.