This evening I was painting my bathroom and dropped the brush.
Into the paint bucket.
Handle pointing down. In fact, I pretty much had paint all over the brush except where the paint was supposed to be.
I took this as a sign that I needed to quit for the night. 
The gods surely communicate in mysterious ways…
Not quite “butter side down,” but it will suffice…
In some cultures this is a sign that you must send all your money to somebody whose name starts with an X or risk 7 years of bad luck
Soon to come: I’m changing my name to XOOFE Bo Diddly…
Anyway, methinks that we should take a cat, a piece of buttered toast, and a paint brush…
Sorry to hear it, Zyada! It always seems to happen that way!
Let’s see - toast, a cat, a paintbrush, and a ringing phone …
Look at it this way, Zyada: at least it didn’t fall into the toilet.