The day was starting off well to begin with because the husband and I had a rare weekend date planned. Oh joy, rapture, bliss. But little did I know that things could only get better.
At the gym, I happened to glance up from my treadmill screen to look at the people walking by in front of me on the track—a man in a ball cap and a woman. The man looked oddly familiar and then almost instantaneously it hit me! It was CHRIS DAUGHTRY from American Idol. Aside from seeing John Cleese at a play in England, this is my only celebrity sighting. And if I hadn't of looked like ass, I might have made an ass of myself and jumped off the treadmill and run him down. As it was, I tried to play it cool, while desperately scanning the gym to see
So that would have to be the highlight of any day, right? But oh no, about 20 minutes ago it got even better. I answered the phone and was asked to participate in a telephone political poll. And I am not ashamed to admit that this excited me even more than seeing Chris Daughtry a mere three feet away from my own sweatiness.
Either the planets are in alignment or this is Christmas in May. I guess my grandmother was right, things do happen in threes.