All good things must come to an end and bad luck comes in threes. That was me yesterday. I finished the soap, finished all the stuff around the house and ran out to Target to get stuff I needed. I got to Target around 1:20 PM and grabbed the stuff. Elena had been dying for a denim skirt to wear with legging, etc and I found an Osh Kosh one and it had the elastic around the back (which fit her better, long torso and all) and I grabbed it and went to pay. The credit card went through, was authorized, I signed and then it said it wouldn't go through. Three freaking times. Now I am annoyed-I know it's paid and it had credit and why the hell is it going through and I sign and then nothing? I have to leave the crap sitting there, the little light is turned on and three cashiers surround me-did you cancel it? Of course I didn't freaking cancel it, would I be using it then? Anyway a phone call is made, apparently it's the cash register and I move to another and all is well. Okay, I toss the crap in the car and drive home. I take the back ways to avoid traffic and am not 2 minutes from Target when cop is going the opposite direction from me. I see him bang a u-turn and "Shit!", yup pulls me over. Now, it's a road that runs along woods and behind a condo complex. Speed limit is 25-impossible (really) to go because you are getting off a 50 mph to hit it and well, it's tough to go the 25 for a mile. Besides, he was driving when he would have clocked me, so how can it be accurate? He asks me if I know why he pulled me over. "Yes, I can't go 25 there, I am sorry. I wasn't on a cell phone, wasn't playing with the radio, have my seatbelt on, but it's impossible to go 25 MPH on that long stretch"-I can feel my cheeks getting red because I know it's a damn $90 ticket, plus the insurance goes up for three freaking years for one speeding ticket. I also am formulating how I am going to fight it because he was driving also-his speed going towards me would change what I was clocked in at-you can only get an accurate reading if the cop car is not moving (thank you past work experience). Besides, the public defender in the town I was in is my new employer? I am still blushing because of the Target crap and now this. Anyway, he asks for my info and I give it to him. He's looking at me and I am just sitting there silently cursing myself because, "I saved $10 at Target to get a $90 ticket" and dammit, I am pissed at myself. He never calls in my license, asks if it's clean, I say yes and he says "okay, no ticket-I clocked you going 42, I know 25 is impossible-but still, please keep it in the 30's next time"-whew-I drive away slightly shaken and drive so overly cautious the next 20 minutes, I am surprised I didn't cause an accident. I get to the driveway and a black cat is sitting in the middle of it. I know there's one more bad luck thing and I sigh and unload the car. I get in the house and the damn skirt I bought has a size 7 hanger, but is a freaking size 8. Osh-Kosh runs small and I hope, with a belt, leggings and undershirt tucked in, it'll do. I also wash it in hot water and tell myself-I am not going back and exchanging it, tough boogers, I had enough for this week. I then tell myself, this is my third bad luck thing-it's over. Not so. We eat dinner late and I decide to start dinner and run Elena's bath at the same time. I had a busy day, Aunt Flo has been extremely cruel to me this month, I am tired, cranky and frustrated. I am making American Chop Suey (recipe to follow) and am sauteeing the onions. I put them in the pan, put the lid on and run the bath. I walk past the computer on the way back and make the mistake of signing in. Lots of emails, I am answering them, turn the tub off, call Elena and smell something-yes, I burned a pan of onions (thank goodness for the lid or else it would have been worse). I am cursing now, screaming at Elena to get her butt in the tub and generally fed up.
It all turned out fine, but that was 4 things of bad luck (okay, I didn't get a ticket, so that is good, but still) not 3-it musta been the black cat thing. Anyway, by 9:00 PM, I went to bed trying to get the new day started a bit faster. I slept like crap (weird dreams lately-all kind of creepy too) and overslept, Elena decided 10 minutes before we had to leave not to buy lunch, so I had to rush and pack one. I have to do the apples, mill some soap, do some laundry and get in gear for the party this afternoon. Elena is cranky because she's been all excited about Halloween-the party at school, the outdoor Halloween festival on Sunday and the actual Trick or Treating on Tuesday night, and not sleeping well becuase of it. She is cranky, nasty and just totally icky this morning. So I have decided I will not gloat to myself how things are falling into place because I am jinxing myself completely and it has to stop.