Bad Things come in 3’s

Or so they say.

Yesterday, the Landcruiser was violated.
The roof on the Indiana house, we also found out, is toast.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for the 3rd shoe to drop.

The good news?
It wasn’t a shoe. (Hate to waste a good designer shoe!)
The bad…
It was a rock.

BAM!
Into the Yukon’s windshield.

CRACK!
Right up the middle.

Do bad things come in 3’s?
Apparently trivial little inconveniences do.

But Mike flew safely to this week’s destination.
TC made an appearance at Jordie’s first volleyball game.
And Grandpa Ken’s new pacemaker seems to be doing the tick, um trick..
For this, I’m grateful.

All that other stuff?
It just provides me with some good blogging material and a laugh!
And maybe a little heartburn.