Against All Odds

Despite the following:

– I have a cold (so far, not terribly disabling [or surprising, given the time of year and my track record with Christmas Illness])
– it snowed this morning (WTF?)
– I needed two items from the local mall to complete my Christmas shopping

and

– my car has no snow tires so – public transit!

the following happened:

– the bus was on time
– I am guessing that no one but me knew that the mall was opening early today, because there was only a smattering of people there
– the Tim Hortons had no lineup so I got a bacon sandwich immediately
– my co-worker gave me a Tim Hortons gift card this week so my sandwich was FREE!
– eating the sandwich gave me the energy (bacon power!) for the shopping which, anyway, went very smoothly because
– the things I wanted were right there on the shelf
– one of them was even on sale!
– I even bought a pair of
– maternity
– jeans
– from Walmart
– without trying them on because by then, the people were starting to flood the Walmart with their “STOP TOUCHING THAT OR SANTA WON’T LOVE YOU”-ness.
– and they not only fit but they look good too. (I am into the panel stage of maternity trousers. The low-rise waistbanded ones either don’t stay on or make the babby kick me incessantly. Woot for teh sexxy.)

I know.

It’s The Perfect Storm of Rightness. I am afraid to go to sleep tonight for the poop that might rain on me tomorrow. OR: perhaps it is the universe’s way of apologizing for the poop of the past week. I choose to believe the latter, but only time will tell.