and then a bottle of hot sauce fell on my head

Things fall apart in threes. It's some sanctified rule of thumb that this must happen.

The double computer death on Sunday is going to be categorized as thing one.

Realizing that my visual voicemail on my phone has not been working for a month, that I hadn't received any voicemail messages for a month, that over 40 messages have been gathering dust for over a month is thing two.

So what about thing three? I superstitiously have decided that was when a bottle of hot sauce fell on my head and then broke a bowl because I need thing three to be insignificant.