Why I am so inclined to write about this and disclose this little moment in my life today is beyond me....

I was just at the supermarket and as I walked from the entrance back to my car I felt a warm splash on my hand. Since my son wasn't with me at the time I knew instantly that this couldn't be drool or an overly wet diaper incident.....so I looked up and saw the culprit soaring away in the sky. Yes, a bird, a seagull nontheless (must have been lost since I live in Portland, a good 2 hour drive from the coast) shat on my hand.

And of course, since I didn't have my little guy with me, I also didn't have any wipes on hand, or a napkin or anything. I had to strategically remove this gob of green and white avian excrement from my hand with a straw wrapper from Burger King that just happened to have been left on the floor of my car by my dear husband.

Some cultures believe that getting graced in this manner by a bird is a sign of good luck to come. Well, bring it on. I am ready. Otherwise, the Universe needs to keep these winged creatures and their bathroom habits away from me....it is bad enough that my car gets bombarded on what seems to be an hourly basis. Have mercy.