Joe claims to have bad luck. He picks up every penny he sees because the one time he didn’t, he had the worst day of his life. Even with all the penny collecting, he is screwed by the universe on a regular basis. I might have inherited this bad luck when we married. Does luck work that way? I don’t know because I don’t believe in “luck.” Things happen and it doesn’t matter who you are, it’s all random, yada yada.
I’m sure you’re wondering by now why the hell I’m babbling on about luck. Well, I guess it’s time I broke the news to you. I’ll try to go gently, as Jack’s daycare provider tried to do when she informed me today that she is going back to school in August. Yes, dear readers, apparently the third time was NOT a charm. Either that, or Joe passed up a fucking penny on his way to work today.