In honor of St. Patrick’s Day looming ahead write a poem about a time you got lucky.
Most people would think about a time they found a lucky penny or hit the mega-millions.
But with my dirty mind... I go to a time I got lucky -- if you catch my drift.
Let's be real though, I have family that reads my blog. Plus I suck at writing poems. Unless it's a haiku. I think I can handle three lines. But we won't go there!
So a time I got lucky...
There's the time I gave my daddy the puppy dog eyes and bottom lip and got to go to Germany for 10 days.
Or the time I slept off a double concussion and still woke up.
The day I met Beau. No wait, HE'S the lucky one in that situation!
Once I got suspended from middle school. I know what you're thinking, that's not lucky! But it was because I got out-of-school suspension instead of in-school. The teachers gave me my homework the day I left so I did it all that night and got a 4 day vacation. Score!
Lucky could include the time my car slid in the snow and as I was headed for a huge tree, a rock stopped me and just cracked my bumper.
I always consider myself lucky when I get a tattoo and the spelling is all correct!
But I must say, the luckiest day of my life was the day I was born. I have such an amazing family who are always there for me, good or bad. We may not always get along but in the end, we can always count on each other.