A Series Of Unfortunate Events Or Someone "Upstairs" Is Having A Good Laugh.

Today was the perfect cure for writers block. I consider myself lucky to have made it through in one piece. Let's start at the beginning.

Rowen was the first up this morning. He came into my room around 8 am which is late for him. He crawled into my bed and was still for about ten minutes. Then Eilish came in and he decided it was time to play. This is how are Sunday mornings usually are. We woke up Elora and decided to go get breakfast. After eating, we went over to Kohl's to get a small gift for Amber because the kids were going to spend the afternoon over there while I went to work.

On the way home I clipped the curb at an intersection and blew out my tire. I was able to pull into a parking lot and the give the kids their first lesson for changing a flat tire. I was still in a good mood and able to keep the really "colorful" language to a minimum.

We got home and I made the kids some lunch which two out of three ate. Anymore, if I can get two out of three to eat, I'm doing pretty good. Everyone finished and it was time to get ready to take them to "Saint Shelly's" and then head into work.

I went into my room to change my pants because the pair I had on were a little grungy after having changed the tire. I grabbed my favorite pair of cargo pants, pulled them on, zipped them up, and the zipper gave out on them. I know there are plenty of jokes to be made a this point, I even thought about them myself. Then I thought, "I hope this isn't one of those bouts of bad luck that comes in threes".

As we are headed out the door, I remembered that I didn't have my cell phone. I looked in all the usual spots and didn't find it. "Where did I leave the stupid thing." This is where the little light bulb turns on in my head, because I knew exactly where it was. I went down to laundry room, opened the washer, grabbed the pants I thrown in the wash because they were covered with tire dirt, and pulled my phone out of the pocket. I killed another one.

Now your thinking, well at least that is three, at least the "curse" is broken. HaHa. I had been at work for about fifteen minutes when, as if the bad mojo had to get one more little jab in, I picked up a pen to write some notes and it bleed ink all over my hand.

I really feel lucky to have mad it through the day without seriously hurting myself. Not to say that I won't feel some aches and pains from changing the tire this morning.

So how was your day?

Peace and Good Cheers,
Marty