For the record, I don’t belive in karma. I believe in God. But it does seem to me that life has a way of giving you ups and downs.
Up the first. My husband’s ex-wife called tonight. She and her father will be in town in a week or so and want to meet me and the boys. Um, ok. Not exactly an up. The up is that my husband still has a financial obligation to her, and she’s wiping it clean. So yay and woohoo!
Up the second. I think I’m finally in the clear jaywalker wise. I’ve turned the heel and I’m in decrease junction. I’ve cropped the below picture to spare you the sight of my pedicure. Usually my toys are pretty darn well pretty. It is Florida, and flip flops (or toe shoes as my mama calls them) are de rigeur. But it’s actually been chilly here. (Please let’s ignore the fact that I still haven’t finished my Rogue).
Do you notice the background? That’s at Daytona USA. I spent last Saturday with cars, and more cars, and a lot of people who made me kind of nervous. People who only wore clothing with big numbers emblazoned on them. And then there was the movie. Imax technology is wonderful. And loud. And Nascar on Imax. Really fricking loud. I’m just not a Nascar fan. Although I’m sort of scared that the boys might become fans. It was a boy scouts outing. So when my children are wearing scary jackets, t-shirts, hats, sunglasses, underwear, and tattoos sporting the number of their favorite racer, I’ll be blaming the boy scouts.