Bodacious Boomer

Today I found one of those little orange cards in my mailbox.

Over decades I’ve come to realize that these cards rarely bring good news (at least for us) so I generally get a sinking feeling when I see one.

But today, my assumptions were proven wrong. The little orange slip brought great news.

I should’ve known something was different when I saw the little bluebirds from a Disney movie circling our mailbox.

We got a check. A nice check. It’s not like winning the Lotto money or anything, but it’s nice.

(Doug’s still going to be on my ass about a “regular” job.)

Now- flashback a couple of months. A guy showed up at our door with info about some money that he said Doug was entitled to. We didn’t even know about said money, prior to that day.

He said he’d do all the legwork and if it worked out, he’d get a %. We had nothing to lose, so Doug signed a contract and told the guy to knock himself out.

To be honest, we didn’t count on those chickens. (Most people being full of ca-ca.) Besides, Doug and I are not known for being the most fortuitous folks around.

But our chickens hatched and now we have chicklets everywhere !

Since I don’t know how long my luck will last, I’m going to go buy a lotto ticket today. Who knows, maybe lightning will strike twice in the same place. It could happen.

(Don’t worry, I’m not going to go buck wild and buy a ton of tickets.)

But I’ve decided to take part of our windfall and end my permanently end my resemblance to ZZ Top.

I have an appointment this afternoon. Of course I’ll lose all my  ZZ Top “look a like” gigs, but that’s OK.

The rest will be going into the bank (yawn) in an hour or two.