some say i'm lucky
like this friend of mine.
(it's been a running joke for years)
perhaps it's the irish in me
that is what my mother would say.
my dad would say:
it's being in the right place at the right time,
others might just laugh.
there have been times where i've felt a little lucky.
like finding a .twenty.dollar bill on the sidewalk and marrying husband.
and then there is husband, who is just down right lucky.
it's kind of annoying really.
he doesn't have to think too hard about things and then next thing you know it he's a pro
one of his swooning traits.
(i hope our babes get that from him)
but i'm feeling lucky lately.
taking some chances and seeing where i end up.
after all march is nearly over.
p.s. can you tell i was in love with the sunsets this weekend. i don't even have pictures to justify.
and i always die when i see husband in his "fancies" a.k.a. church clothes oh me oh my!