How lucky can I be?

I really don't consider myself lucky; I don't think I have bad luck, just not the one that wins every drawing. Casey on the other hand, is the luckiest person alive. If a bird pooped gold, it would drop gold in his hands.

Speaking of bird poop....what are the odds that a bird will poop on your head? I guess that depends on how lucky you are. Last night, Casey and I were having a beer on the back porch while grilling some chicken and a I got hit by flying bird poop. Seriously. This poop came from nowhere. There wasn't a bird in the sky! Seriously?!? Bird poop.

You have to understand the day I had to have a full appreciation of the situation. I had been dealing with explosive poop and vomit all day. The boys are teething which gives them diarrhea and Cache for the past two mornings has vomited in his bed. I spent the day cleaning up blueberry vomit and massive amounts of poop. We use cloth diapers and it is usually not a big deal or much extra work. Not yesterday.

So, now that you have an understanding of my day, you can see the irony of the bird poop. I was relaxing enjoying the evening and was dive-bombed by a phantom bird that had to take a crap right as he flew over me.

I guess considering the odds of it, I must be really lucky.