Murphys law.

This week end Les's nephew Dreson raced his BMX bike in the nationals in Salt Lake City. Sean, Sarah, Owen Dreson's little brother, Susie Les's sister and Les's Mom were all coming to watch him race. Les and I were planning on going also. Mom spent Friday night with us and we were going to drive her up the next day. Wouldn't you know it Saturday turned out to be one of the hottest days we've had all summer. Mom and myself do not do well in the sun so we stayed here. They moved Dreson up to a harder league and Saturday he didn't do his usual best. Probably because he was a little intimidated by the older more advanced bikers. Last night after the race they came to our house for a Barbecue. As I was preparing the salad and Les was setting up the tables outside we noticed some clouds rolling in, all summer long we have been praying for rain to cool things off but we would only get a sprinkle or two. I told Les maybe we should set the tables up down stairs in our family room. "Are you kidding, he said, It's not going to rain!" Famous last words. Just as we were sitting down to eat our delicious steaks and salmon it started. First just a few drops but all of the sudden it turned into a down pour. "Now don't you wish we would have set the tables up in the family room? No one ever listens to me." We all grabbed the food and the tables and moved under the deck and just inside the garage. Sean and Sarah's last name is Murphy, Sarah said, "If it can happen it will happen when were around. It's Murphy's law!" Get it? We had an enjoyable meal visiting and watching the rain come down and wouldn't you know it. As soon as we finished our meal it stopped. Today Dreson raced again and took home first place and the trophy. Congrats Dre! That's awesome dud!