Saturday, September 17, 2005


.... at the park today, I got pooped on. By an overhead flying bird.

I've always heard that that's an omen of good luck, so I'll take that.

As My Mister has just told me, based on a story he recalls from childhood, the moral of the story is: If the foo shits, wear it.

1 comment:

  1. I was shat upon just a few weeks ago while weeding around my tomato garden.
    I believe it was a robin.

    Never had heard that it's an omen of good luck....
    Puts a whole new spin on the entire incident.