A Day In The Life Of A Cat

Some people have bad luck. Maybe not really really bad luck, but just enough that it's a pain in the ass. Little things happen....a lot. There is this black cloud that floats around above them making trouble....not always big hairy trouble, but just enough trouble to cause inconvenience.

I have a black cloud. Sometimes people look at me funny when I tell them I have bad luck. They look at my life and wonder how I could possibly say I have bad luck. I have a great husband, a nice place to live, a job, a car, food on my table, money in my bank account....how the heck can I say I have bad luck? It's like I was saying....the little things. For example, my bus experience last week. There are two #30's.....I got the wrong one. It was a 50/50 chance and I got the wrong one. I watch Greg play softball. I sit where you'd think no one will hit the ball. The ball came to me as if I were steel and it were a magnet. I dropped my umbrella in a black greasy puddle when I had on a baby blue sweater and a light khaki skirt ~ you know the grease got on my clothes. Weird people talk to me, sit next to me, flash me, pee when I drive bye, flirt with me, follow me....this is not an exaggeration. The list of these little things goes on and on and on. And they might not be so bad if a few things happened now and then, but that's not the way it goes.

Anyway, that's what I mean when I say I have bad luck.