Narrow Escape

Where have the days gone. It has been way to long for me not to have written. Here goes....

Well, ladies and gent. It happened. It finally happened. I mean after 3 months it was bound to happen, but indeed it finally did. I guess the best way to recap this story is to start with the long line of the Irish luck heritage that is in my blood.

As a child I am sure that you know, I used to get stuck in things. Some would call this dumb, but how was I to know that my head was larger than most due to my enormous brain mass. I would get my head stuck in patio tables and even boxes. I mean I watched Bill Nye I was trying to do and educational experiment with the box, the dangers of this experiment were not expressed. I call it dumb luck. I mean really, how often at your own birthday party does the space walk decide to deflate with you in it? None the less, I fear I have gone on a tangent and for the sake of the story I shall move on to a more current day in time.

For this I feel a list is required:
1. Wreck-of which financially I am solely responsible for.
2. Broken windshield due to what the police report deemed as criminal mischief.
3. Stolen car.
4. No car.
5. Get said car back.
6. Wreck.
7. Move into new place with rental truck only to have said rental hit in parking lot.
8. Get car back.
9. Window falls on said car.
10. Go to apartment to find instead of cutting off the neighbors power, they cut off mine...stayed at a friends only for him to eat my Whole Foods Chowder.
11. Receive ticket in the mail for not make in a complete stop at a red light to make a right turn. Who knows...damn traffic cameras.
12. LSU lost...(not my bad luck personally but depressing none the less).

This ladies is where I end to tell the story of this morning.I wake up. It is a morning of any other. I had dreams of hanging out with Eric Dane...mmmm good...He had legs in this dream. I had two black eyes as I hit my head square in the middle of my nose on the back of my couch bending over to pick up my laptop. None the less, I popped 2 alieve, put on some concealer to solve that bout of clumsiness. I jump ahead though. I turn on the heater and the coffee maker to heat up some water. I put my tea bag in the cup. I go take a shower. Wrapped up in my robe I hit the button to on the maker to pour me a perfectly proportioned cup of hot water and put 2 pieces of toast in the toaster(ironic as just last night I was telling a lad that I did not really eat toast). I feed Mags and go back to the toaster. I move the small mirror that fell off the wall to the counter so that I can remember to put it up tonight. I take out the butter and decide I am going to have cinnamon toast. I reach in the cabinet for the cinnamon sugar concoction and my canister of sugar for my mint green tea. The canister of sugar tumbles to the cabinet and I cover my eyes as I do not want to see the mess that is about to be. I am pleasantly surprised when I see that the canister did not break. Yay, my bad luck is over.

I eat my cinnamon toast, glowing at the thought of my good fortune. I return to the sink to drop off my plate and put everything away. That is when I see it. The sight that no 25 year old girl at her wits end on a Monday after a holiday wants to see.The single mirror from above my sink...broken in three pieces as a result of a fallen sugar canister.

~Batina M. Jackson, Esquire