After work today I picked up Luke and went to get a few things from the grocery store. We got home, I got dinner in the oven, and the phone rang. It was the grocery store, notifying me that they had my purse. I'd left it in the cart. (Sound familiar, Mom?) I didn't even realize I didn't have it. (What is WRONG with me?) So I ran over there to pick it up. Nothing is missing. (Leah, tell Heinz that if anyone wanted to steal my identity, they missed their chance today--I hope.)
Think of each of these events individually, and they seem insignificant. But cumulatively? I can only reach one conclusion. Remember my broken owl from the ornament swap? And how I told Karma to suck it? Perhaps that was ill-advised. Now, I don't believe in that sort of thing, but I must be under a Karma curse. The only other explanation is that I'm an absent-minded klutz. I prefer the curse.
So what do I do? How do I break the cycle? Do I have to make a list and atone for all of my past misdeeds, like Earl?
Don't be ridiculous.
I'm buying a Karma necklace.
Gold or silver? I can't decide.
See, I decided last week that I needed a signature necklace. One I will wear every day. Steph and Nat helped me pick out this one, and I loved it but thought, "I'm not telling anyone it's a Karma necklace. L-ame." Well, scratch that. It is a KARMA NECKLACE. You might think this is a selfish purchase. You're wrong. It's for Karma.
I better pay for expedited shipping.