It Is No Under the Tuscan Sun

So last week I had to be to the dentist nice and early for a check-up and cleaning. I gave myself extra time as I heard it was supposed to rain and traffic of course, would be correspondingly slow. Despite my best efforts, I found myself bogged down in Toronto’s infamous traffic. I ended up being 15 minutes late. Or so I thought. As I waltzed into the office the receptionist looked at me as if to say “what are you doing here”?

I apologized for being late and she said that I was actually early. By a month. As it turns out, my appointment is in February, not January. Oh well, no harm no foul I thought. Not a great start to the day, but it could be worse. And it was.

As I stepped outside a dirty birdie made doody on the lapel of my jacket. On the way to work I tried to find the silver lining of my morning. Here is what I came up with. I wasn’t the one who got into a car accident. In fact, I was not late for my appointment. And the bird crap did not go in my hair or on my face.

That night the boyfriend and I were out for a walk and I regaled him with the tale of my morning. He said, and I have heard this before, that a bird pooping on you is good luck. On a whim, but not really banking on it, I stopped and bought a single lottery ticket. I stuffed it in my wallet and forgot about it.

Last night on the way home from a delightful night at CJ’s (we stuffed our bellies with her homemade chili and world famous Caesar salad, played Rumoli and watched Desperate Housewives) I needed to get Lucy some gas. I was pleasantly surprised to find gas for $.69!!!! What a bargain! Gas hasn’t been that cheap in two years! As swiped my debit to make the payment, I asked the clerk to check my lottery ticket.

I know this is a lot of build up for $70.80 but it was the most I have ever won on the lotto! Cheap gas and $70 in my pocket all for a little bird doody. What a good night. I am now thinking of adopting one of the pigeons on the balcony instead of always shooing them away. I wonder if they like prunes. Hmmmmmm.