Getting pooped on by a bird does not bring good luck.

On Thursday I got pooped on by a bird. Well, I'm actually convinced it was a terradactyl because the amount of poop on both my car and my left butt cheek was astonishing. Isla and I had just left the apartment and I stopped to get gas before heading out to run various errands. As I was pumping gas I felt something hit my butt. I assumed it was a bug or something, so when I brushed my hand over my ass I didn't expect to get it coated in bird poop. I was seriously beyond disgusted. Thank goodness I had Isla and the diaper bag with me. I had an arsenal of diaper wipes, hand sanitizer, and hand cleaning wipes to wash the poo off with. I couldn't for the life of me, figure out how I got pooped on though. The gas pumps were covered and there were no birds flying by. I swear a bird plopped it's ass over the roof and intentionally aimed for me...hate crime style. I debated going home and changing, but decided against it. I mean, getting pooped on by a bird had to be good luck, right?! So I just went with it...hoping to find $100 on the ground at Target or something.

It's been 5 days and I've had no good luck. Actually, there was a glimmer of good luck when my sister and I scored Lee DeWyze tickets for Friday's mini concert, but that good luck was short lived as Andy forgot he had a meeting at 6:00 that evening and we had no babysitter.

Events also qualifying as NOT lucky: Isla continuously banging rattles against her head until she cries (giving me a massive headache), Isla shoving her head under the ottoman and getting it stuck multiple times (screaming ensues and headache resumes), eczema returning on my right eyelid...which looks more like a warty growth than dry skin, and me dying my hair light brown and having it turn out black.

So yeah. Getting pooped on by a bird is really nothing more than a crappy situation. No good luck follows. But at least it's a good story to tell :)