You have to be careful what you think....

So the other day I was perusing possible job opportunities in other parts of the country, and I noticed some potential 'upgrades' that would involve carrying a firearm. Not my favorite thing, but I'm open to new things, so I allowed myself to feel what that would be like, carrying a firearm in the course of the workday. I thought some firearm training may be in order so I began looking around locally for a place that teaches on these things. I could not find anything in my area that felt right.

Then I get this call, out of the blue, a message left on my cellphone but clearly intended for someone else. It was a the gun club, from the area of the country where I was looking for employment, saying that they had a good gun for me, one they thought I (whomever they were leaving a message for) would like, a .22 revolver. The gentleman on the phone continued to talk about the gun, describing it and it's history in detail. I laughed hysterically when I heard the mis-placed message on my voicemail! Is that what they call a sign?

Later in the week, I was preparing for my exercise class, getting some lotion from the bathroom counter. I had the random thought, "I wonder what would happen if something really important fell into the toilet?" Don't know where that came from, but suddenly....the lotion slipped from my hands, hopped up and jumped up and hit the side of the cabinet, ricocheting off the bathtub and landing in the toilet! The whole time lotion was flying all over the place. Again I was laughing hysterically through the whole thing.

Perhaps I shall turn my thoughts to how I would spend lottery money.....