Bad Things Happen in Threes so Praise Jesus

If I disappear and don't come back, expect the worst. At the start of the last few days I fondly call hell the first thing that a friend of mine said to me was that bad things happen in threes and that three is a small number unless of course the shit hits the fan in multiples of three. So far, I've been dumped by my boyfriend of a year and my fairly new two year old car has refused to come out of park. So where is the terrible third? I'm expecting the worst any day now.
From now on, around every corner I will expect imminent doom. If I'm near trees I will probably be hit by lighting. If I walk home please don't wait up because I'm most likely off getting licked or chewed by bleeding hepititis-ridden hobos. If I plan on a leisurely walk by the river call animal control cause' I'm probably getting mauled by bears and coyotes. (Yes I know coyotes are essentially nocturnal animals and wouldn't be around bears, but my assumption is that the bears would hand me off to the coyotes after the day shift is over.)
But hey, I could be overreacting. Perhaps the third thing won't be so bad. What if my third thing is stubbing my toe or dropping a cup. Maybe I'll lose five dollars. Maybe I'll light a cigerette the wrong way. Maybe this is nothing, but a blessing in disguise.
Either way I want to take this time to give thanks to this unknown author for giving me the strength and hope to keep going another day. Thank you for informing me that "God's little angles" do not always come in obvious packages.

Praise Jesus.

Coming soon

Posts to come will include: The Fraser Hotel story, Broken shot glasses, and Incidents with the cops.