Luck of the Irish
During a nauseating afternoon stroll of rehabilitating myself from a less than pleasant back injury, Justine and I stumbled upon a sign. No, not just any sign - typically it would be a black cat running out in front of me or something involving the number 13, however this time life is hopefully painting a different picture for yours truly. I know, it’s not March anymore and St Patty’s Day is but a distant memory, but for the love - gimme a break. We found a four leaf clover for crying out loud - and yes I plastered it all over my forehead for a perfect pose during my couch ridden tenure. Could the string of bad luck be over? We shall see.