Lots of Reasons Why I Am Not the Unluckiest Girl in the Entire World

Reason #1:

Very Special Package from Jen was pumpkin bread!

Which, since its arrival, we have obviously decimated. Decimated, I mean, in the original, one-man-in-every-ten sense of the word. By tomorrow, trust me, we will have have decimated it in the more modern, nothing-but-crumbs-leftover connotation.

Also, in this same Very Special Package, tea towels!

Because who doesn't need a few or four seasonal towels? Especially when your husband (and this is something I've been wanting to bitch about for a while -- so thanks, Jen, for giving me the opportunity!) seems to feel it's his job to ensure that every single dryrag in the kitchen is not dry when I want one. And I don't mean just somebody-dried-his-hands-here kind of damp, I mean oh-my-god-did-you-drop-this-in-a-bucket kind of wet. I don't know how he does it, but I--

Okay wait, sorry.

Reason #1 why I am not the unluckiest chica on the planet = Jen