Murphy's Law and my husband

Sooooo I've been pretty lucky in life. Things just generally seem to work out for me. When life is teetering on the edge and could go either way, I usually fall on the happy ending side of things. The silver lining of life, as it were.

This is not the case for Dallas. And it's effing up my world.

Poor man tries hard. He really does want to do right by people. Wants to contribute good on this planet. Tries to do the right thing. But apparently karma just thinks it's funny to smack him right in the face from time to time.

A couple examples: Last fall when trying to help out a mutual buddy who wanted to throw a bon fire, Dallas offered to bring wood and in doing so ended up with a huge dent in his brand spanking new truck's fender. Last month while amusing me and attending a work event, his company truck gets broken into and the computer stolen (didn't touch my car). Last night, while picking up a flat bed trailer to help out another buddy haul some stuff today, blew a tire on the trailer, and the spare didn't fit. We were stranded in Ozawkie on a Sunday night with two hungry puppies and one starving pregnant girl. (thank goodness for good buddies that live nearby!)

But the big kicker for me today. I'm somehow able to buy a townhouse, not do a thing to spiff it up, turn around and sell it 8 months later for a tidy little profit. But Dallas... Dallas lives in his house for 5 years. We spend several months and as many thousands of dollars updating, renovating, and fixing. We decide we'll put it on the market this month when - WHEN - the plumbing goes to crap, quite literally. The city, of course, can't be held responsible. So it's now up to us to dig up the yard and part of the road (that's right, the road that the city provides for people to drive on) to fix the issue.

I'm just so peeved because the timing couldn't be worse. Land ain't cheap, folks. And we've committed to paying it off before we break ground. I also hear babies cost money. I'm not complaining about that stuff, because those are decisions we consciously made, knowing it's a lot to take on this year. It's the unexpected, like broken pipes, that rock my world because it just pushes our bottom line further and further away from us.

So my question is: How do I rub my good luck off on him, instead of the other way around??

I hate it when he feels like this...