My Lucky Day

For those of you who don't read my family blog, here is my post about my lucky day. Betcha wish you had one of these occasionally? Maybe you do have them and you should share them by BLOGGING MORE!!! For those of you who do read my blog, sorry about the repeat. It was just too good of a day not to spread it far and wide.

My Lucky Day

Yesterday was officially my lucky day. I am counting on this luck continuing into today ushering in a McCain/Palin victory.

My first order of business after dropping the oldest three at school was to head to the church for the official start of yoga. I will be teaching 2 yoga classes a week for anyone who wants to attend. I only had 3 show up, but one was so grateful that she brought me a warm plate of brownies "for FHE. I appreciate you spending your morning here for us, so I know you won't have time to bake anything for FHE so I wanted to bring something for your family." How sweet. I'm still eating them this morning. Yummy.

After yoga class I headed to Sam's Club to stock up. My kids really like their pork loin marinated in portabello mushroom and something. It sells for $3.87 a pound. While looking through the selection I noticed a number of them marked at $1.88 a pound. Strange. I knew it had to be a mistake, but loaded up on 5 or 6 and headed to the checkout lane. I notified the clerk that this price was probably wrong (part of my obsessive need to be brutally honest at all times) and asked her to check it. She called over the supervisor and sure enough, they had been tagged with the assorted pork chops price. However, they honored the price on the sticker so that I paid $23 for pork loins that should've cost me over $60. Wow. How lucky can one get? Obviously it wasn't everyone's lucky day.

As I was checking out I received a frantic phone call from Wade stating that he had ONCE AGAIN locked his keys in his car, could I please come rescue him. (This happens quite routinely with Wade. Maybe I should by him one of those grandpa/janitor belt key clippy things that keep your keys safely attached to your pants?) When I told him it would be 1/2 hour because I was in a different city he was irate. "Why are you in Lakeland? You should just shop in Winter Haven!!!" Well, yes that would an option IF WINTER HAVEN HAD A COSTCO OR SAMS CLUB!!!! Sorry. Back to my story. After rescuing Wade, I headed to my local gun shop.

Yes, you read that correctly, my local gun shop. I have been wanting to buy a semi-automatic rifle now for a few months and decided to take matters into my own hands since Wade hasn't had the time to shop around with me. I had talked with this particular gun shop owner a few times in the past week. He had a good idea of what I was looking for, since I really didn't. I am now the proud owner of a Ruger, Mini 14, semi-automatic, .223 gauge ranch rifle with a 30 round ammo clip. (Now all I need to do is learn how to load and shoot the damn thing.) Back to my lucky day. When I was looking at the rifle the owner told me it would be $399. Fine. I could do that. As he was writing it up he looks at me and says, "wow. This is your lucky day. I told you $399. The tag says it is actually $499." I look at the tag, sure enough, $499. "Okay," I said, "I'll pay you the actual price." "No, no. I told you $399. That's what you'll pay." I made up the difference in ammo. Firing range, here I come.

I was sorely tempted to press my luck and make a quick stop at a local car dealer to see if I could get my promised Ferrari for a Camry price