Buy a Lottery Ticket

I’m not much of a gambler, in fact, I never buy lottery tickets.  I know, you’ve got to play to win, but I hate spending money on something that I’m sure I’m not going to win.  However, if I were going to win, today would be the day.  I should have bought a Powerball ticket. 

Yesterday, I was the lowest of the lows.  I pulled out my knitting at lunch and discovered that I only had 3 of my Signature Needlesin my knitting.  Where had my 4th needle gone?  I searched my car, my desk, my purse.  It was gone.  I tried not to panic, it must be at home.  When I got home, my husband and I tore the couch apart.  We gave it a well deserved cleaning and sent Lily behind the couch (she’s the smallest!) to find “treasures.”  I was not panicking up until this point.  However, my husband had images of a extremely sharp needle skewering our girls as they jumped on the couch.  He scared Lily so badly she asked me if she could lay on the couch without dying when she woke up this morning.  I searched the car again.  I scoured the parking lot at work and asked my co-workers to keep an eye out.  If my co-workers didn’t think I was strange before, they do now. 

Tonight as I was pulling into the driveway, I stopped to take a long look.  Even though I had looked twice already at the driveway, I looked again.  My husband and I had swapped cars so the car I normally drive wasn’t in the driveway.  There, near where my back tire would normally be, was a glint of green and silver winking in the late afternoon sun.  I found a $10 needle in a haystack!  I couldn’t be happier! 

Did I mention the sun is shining?  Spring may have actually reached the Northland!