(This will so not be the post you expected based on that title -- apologies.)
It's like that old joke about what you get when you play a country song backwards...you get your wife back, you get your job back, you get your dog back...
Just 24 hours ago, I submitted this week's Oakton Patch column -- a column based on the theme of what a big, fat loser I am of late. (Yes, OF LATE. Shut up, everyone who knows me.) And between the time I submitted it and the time it ran this morning, I found out that my iPhone was turned it at Penn Station and my good friends John and Meredith are currently working on retrieving it and shipping it to me, and I also found out that a wonderful neighbor had two tickets to the White House Easter egg roll that she offered up. (I have not stopped smiling today.)
However, I also discovered that my daughter is #58 on the wait list for the magnet school -- so not all has moved on from Schleprockism.
Off to buy a lottery ticket,