When it rains...

Man, does it pour. Last weekend, as you know, I had to spend $300 on a new pair of glasses. Then last week, the rear passenger window of my car decided going all the way up was for wimps and that it wanted to fly in the face of convention and shirk closing for the rest of its life...the day before it rained. Today at lunch, I lost the case, cleaning cloth, and gold bali beads that were in it, to my RayBan sunglasses. The ones I bought for entirely too much money ($180...don't ask) on the Champs Elysees in Paris the first time I went, in 2003. And then when I came out of my office at 6:00 this evening to drive home from the mid-Valley, my battery light was on and wouldn't go off...which means either I have an electrical short, or my alternator has died or is dying. All of this mere hours after plunking down $1600 on a plane ticket to Paris.

There are days it really just does not pay to be me.