i left work early today and headed straight for the post office whereinwhich i express mailed JJ's friend PLou's phone to him. he left for the airport at 5:30 a.m. and left the all-important device on the couch, where i called his mom and got his address. (how super-sleuthy am i???) i then headed to d'lish (i mean come on, i had to) and while i was in the drive-thru line i got a call from my landlord.
she told me she had seen Cleo running around the neighborhood and that she was playing with the workmen (hussy) and that she hadn't seen her in a while, but noticed a patch of fur in my driveway. i panicked a little and rushed home. Cleo must have heard my car pull into the drive because when i got home she was sitting like an innocent little pup in the garage. instant relief! but the patch of fur...the patch of fur
TURNED OUT NOT TO BE A PATCH OF FUR.
no. it was a severed animal limb. like a god damn rabbit foot or cat foot or something equally furry. i'm like OHMYGOD DID CLEO EAT A CAT/BUNNY!?!!?!?! like ew. so i kicked it aside which i immediately regretted because i was wearing sandals. dammit L, get a brain. so i probs have rabies or something. remember that the next time you want to give me a hug.
then i thought of an old quote i read once: “Do not rely on a rabbit's foot for luck, after all, it didn't work out too well for the rabbit.” i'm like SERIOUSLY. this poor rabbit/cat died a horrible death. i mean how could the death NOT be horrible when one of its legs is lying in my driveway?
i'm thinking with the dead black cat in the driveway in may + the severed rabbit/cat limb in june = the canceling out of the bad luck, which in turn gives me fantastic luck.............right?