This is why we cant have nice things.

Over a month ago a contractor at work made me crack up by dramatically placing a piece of broken equipment on my desk and proclaiming with all flair, “this is why we cant have nice things!”
It is still funny. 
However, when you begin your day at 2 am as hot cat vomit runs down your arm, then at 6 you realize them same cat had urinated in anger at you.  Then, as you enter your kitchen which still smells of saeurkraut that the other cat had knocked onto the floor, only to find further evidence of them evil animals making messes and say with a low rumbling growl, “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS!” it causes all wise animals to runs outdoors and watch me warily. 
The non-wise Phyllis received a bath.  Her horror at being damp was funny. 
Lotsa laundry today.  Lotsa laundry.