When manna from heaven is not your friend.

Apparently in Brazil having a cow wander onto your home's rooftop and subsequently plunge through the rickety structure (they don't have terribly strict building codes there, one assumes) is not entirely unheard of. In fact, it's happened several times before. But this time, the cow managed a true bull's-eye.

A sleeping Brazilian man was killed when a cow wandered from a nearby field onto the roof of his home and crashed through, plummeting onto the bed located directly beneath.

The man, 45, died the next day from injuries. His wife, sleeping alongside, was fine — and so was the cow, Newser reported.

No steak tonight.

It's Sunday morning...say your prayers.

My Exit Strategy

Tomorrow is the end of the world and I am determined to not be here when it happens.

I'm still working out the kinks.

HAHAHAA! Missed Me!

Not YOU, kittens! The shark! The SHARK missed me!  

AND the tsunami.

And the tornado we drove through to get to where the shark and the tsunami awaited us.

View of the storm from our car as we drove to the airport.

 
AND Hurricane Sandy missed my 16 year old daughter who was supposed to be in Washington DC on Monday.

I can't tell whether it's the End Of The World, or just the end of MY world! HAHAHA! And, honestly, the distinction seems a fine point, from my perspective. I'm sure it matters to the rest of you, though.

HOL-EE CRAP! If Romney wasn't leading in the polls right now, I really would be going through cupboards collecting old bottles of half-finished pharmaceuticals and stocking up on Scotch.

I tease. Sort of.

Here's the scariest thing: I have definitely used up all my luck. In one trip. And I expected to have a long life still ahead of me. Looks like that may be a pipe dream at this point.

Another thing. And this IS important. Since I've used up all my luck, I don't think I can single-handedly deliver Romney with my double-hex Yoda voodoo dance, like I intended. So you all will have to step up.

Promise?

Okay..okay...okay...if you can't do the double-hex Yoda voodoo dance, it looks like God's got it covered. There's the White Horse Prophecy. And you know what they call white horses with bayonets...

Unicorns.

Maybe my luck is changing!

I'm back up on top of the world!

I feel a "President Romney" coming on....!

Here today...gone to Maui

The hubby and I are off to Maui tomorrow, so my postings will be nonexistent for the next 8 days. I would apologize except that no one truly gives a you-know-what. There are so many fabulous writers and blogs out there, y'all be fine without me.

Take care.

I'm going to be swimming with turtles. I do love these creatures.

I snapped this from our boat last year. 

Ke Akua pu a hui hou!

I know it sounds terribly bitchy of me to complain, but I will miss the last presidential debate since we'll be flying at that time. I missed the Ryan/Biden debate because I was on a plane from Portland to Sacramento. How lucky can one person get? Only four debates, and I miss two of them.

I'm special. And not in a good way.