WONderful

I knew that sending Paul to this morning's preschool lottery was an inspired idea. After decades of camping overnight for Dead tickets I knew he had just the right mix of luck and gumption, And he did not disappoint. No sooner has he left the house this morning but he returned victorious. Our number was the first called to fill one of just five empty spots at our favored preschool. Harry's friend Jack also got in.

Paul was positively giddy and raced home to share the news. I hardly believed him, but given how tired and sick our entire household has been of late it just wasn't something he'd joke about. Even a sore throat couldn't stop me from woo-hooing and doing a little jig. Then Paul and I did the only thing we could think of to celebrate our unexpected good fortune......we bought some lotto tickets. If there's no blog post tomorrow it means we're on the Amalfi Coast.

In the meantime, we wish all our friends similar luck as the lotteries continue.