I'm going to be rich.

When I came home from work this morning (my 4th shift) I was looking forward to putting the final touches on getting ready for our vacation. Because I'm so organized and particular about things, I had already taken the time to make lists of the things I needed, print out boarding passes, write down important phone numbers, and write down confirmation numbers for the rental car. It was going to be so easy... until I saw this:

                                         (my notebook)

Oh, what's that? Thanks Moxie. Again, you have made all the love I give to you worth it. You're always repaying the patience I have with you with trying my patience some more. Should I be grateful?

OK, so then I got to thinking... my life is pretty fucking good. Minus a few dog events and some minor exhaustion I haven't really got much to complain about. So here's my new theory: Moxie's digestive system is good luck. I swear. Now what you want to do is write down your wishes on a piece of paper (or a sock) and give mail them my way with $5. I assure you that your wish will see very dark places, dark LUCKY places and you will be happier. It worked for me.