I think every mother the world over has said the following at one time or another - "Why can't I ever have anything nice?"  I can't even tell you how many times I asked that universal question.  None stands out as much in my mind as the time I finally got new carpet in my house.  My girls were about 12 at the time and the neutral beige carpet was replacing the 70's gold shag we had endured for so long.  

Now, I know the girls were just as proud of our new living room as I was but they just didn't have the same protective instinct.  Julie must not have been listening when I told her, "DO NOT paint your finger nails in the living room."  I'm not sure she heard me even as she spilled the bottle of red nail polish on the two day old carpet and I let out a banche scream that could wake the dead followed by, you guessed it, "WHY can't I have anything nice?" I think the only thing that saved the life of my child was the fact that I was suddenly reminded of the time I left a cottonball soaked with nail polish on my mother's brand new coffee table.  Sorry mom!  

All this only prepared me for the next day when I found the dog super glued to the carpet.  We had to cut a square hole out of the carpet to free her and then take her to the vet where it cost me a $100.00 carpet removal fee.  I didn't even bother to replace the carpet until my daughters were grown and the dog was dead.  Now I have laminate!