(Programming note – B and I are switching days so part three of her series will be posted on Thursday)
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!In honor of the Irish let’s talk about luck. I don’t have the Luck of the Irish. I wish I did but no, I have the luck of Stephen. By Stephen I mean Even-Stephen. Yes I am fated to always break even. Always.
Saturday morning I bought two $2 scratch tickets with my coffee. I won $ 4. Once in Aruba my DH and I spent $2 each on round trip bus fare into downtown and got $30 in quarters for the slots and we won exactly $34.00.
It happens every time there is extra money; suddenly something will happen out of the blue that takes that exact amount every single time.
It’s a well known family joke, my lot in life. I have accepted it as my universal lesson to learn, to be happy with just enough and never any more.
But I guess I should be happy it is some type of luck, this luck of Stephen. Which I suppose is better than no luck at all and far preferable to bad luck that’s for sure. So I guess it’s not so bad have the Luck of Stephen.
Oh did I mention DH’s name? Well I bet you can guess anyway. ;)