A little creepy

The past week has contained a series of spazzes and bad lucks...

-Last Tuesday, the gray truck's serpentine went do-do on me
-several droppages onto the kitchen floor: the garlic/onion/ginger to be mashed mashed mashed in the Cuise, the eggs for someone else's breakfast, the baby carrots about to be returned to its drawer in the fridge... at least the last was salvageable. After a lot of washing. Ech. Blech. Yucko
-K's car goes spaz after I drive it. I swear I didn't do a thing! I just turned it off and even remembered to shove the seat back so as not to kneecap the dear K. It's not spazzing now, and fwiw the Jetta's nickname is Blackcloud for a reason.
-the hand electric mixer's (the Braun variety with the interchangable end bits) most used end bit gave up the ghost. The rest of the machine is fine. The one part just happened to lose the adapter that makes the doohicky spin and stuff.

OK. Now, it might not be the longest list... but I'm starting to get paranoid. Hows abouts we not give me anything really big and expensive and electric... or orange colored food- for a bit. Just til things blow over.
now she backs away from the computer that's not hers and hope like hell no puffs of smoke start curling up from anything!!