can be described with the following sequence of events:
belly dance : My first belly dance class was a blast. I'll be back for more.
bird poop : On my head. Yes, head. Does anyone know if there is a statistic on this? Like a one in a million chance of being shat upon? Are my chances of a repeat greatly diminished now that this has transpired?
barnes and noble : More specifically the fight we were in (siding with the rest of a long line of patient, cheery, happy to be buying bargain books on a weekend afternoon customers) with one very ornery old man in a Cosby sweater.
3 comments:
Legend says it is supposed to be lucky! I too have experienced this. Mine was a nasty pigeon at a train station in England while my future husband laughed at me. Boo!
Hi, lovey! My mom used to be a pigeon magnet, but seems to have outgrown that phase. I have hope that you will, too!
My dad is a bird-splat-magnet! It happened last summer when he was here. Ewww.
I hope you outgrow it, too! Even if it is lucky...
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