My girls missed the bus today. Here's why I'm glad....

It's no secret that I've had issues with my girls missing the school bus in the morning. The damn thing stops directly in front of my house every single morning. Directly. In front. Of my house. It's not like they even have to walk a block to the bus stop. The drivers could only make it more convenient if they called my house as they were entering my development to give us a 5 minute warning. And yet, my girls continue to miss the bus. Today, however, upon further reflection, I'm happy my girls missed the bus.

"Why?" you may ask. "Why all of a sudden are you HAPPY that both your girls missed the bus, Snarky? Have you fallen and hit your head again?"

No, I haven't. But thanks for asking.

While I was in the shower, I did some thinking. That's where I do a LOT of my thinking for blog post ideas. I have NO idea why, but that's usually where the light bulb goes off over my head. Kinda dangerous if you ask me, light bulbs in the shower, but whatever. I digress.

If my girls missing the school bus is the worst problem I have to deal with, I'm pretty damn lucky, aren't I? They missed the bus. Not because they were out getting drunk at a party last night. They weren't. Not because we were having a huge fight in my house. We weren't. Not because they are so unhappy that they've run away from home. They haven't. Not because they are on drugs and I couldn't rouse them. They aren't.

Getting the picture?

My girls are healthy. Some kids aren't. Some kids are in the hospital, waiting for an organ transplant. Or going through chemotherapy. Or suffer from anxiety issues. Or a million other things. My girls were just tired and didn't wake up quickly enough to get on the bus. Why? Because they were up talking 'til some ridiculous hour. I was already asleep long before they headed to their own rooms and went to sleep.

They have each other. They rely on each other. When they were younger, they made my life HELL because they did nothing but fight. Now, the fighting has all but disappeared, and has been replaced with late night chats in one of their rooms, behind closed doors. Sometimes I'm invited in. Sometimes I'm not. But they have each other. And they're happy. And they're healthy. And I'm the luckiest mom. Because they could've missed the bus because of drug addiction, alcohol abuse, health issues, abusive boyfriend issues, mental issues or about a thousand other reasons that other parents deal with. No, I'm lucky because my girls missed the bus because they were tired from spending time talking to each other too late into the night.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still annoyed that they missed the bus. But I have to think that it could always be much worse.

LUCKY ME!!! I won the spam lottery!

I'm looking into investment options today. Got any hot stock tips you wanna pass along? Because I have HIT the JACKPOT! Look at my spam folder:

If you add these up, I believe I may just be richer than Oprah AND Bill Gates combined! Those Euro-Million Lottery winners are SO generous! They don't even KNOW me and are willing to donate millions to me. They must REALLY like snark! And not one but TWO emails from the African Development & Mo (whoever Mo is) asking me to let them know if I'm alive or not. How can I let them know I'm alive if I'm NOT alive? Who cares?? They want to give me MONEY!!!!

And don't be sad over the death of the late Gianni Agnelli, he lived a good, long, fake life and although I never met him, he really must've loved my blog about dressing up your dogs because he left me $60,5000000.00 dollars. Generous old geezer.

If anyone needs me, I'll be over at the country club. Buying it. And talking to my real estate agent on the phone to buy some beachfront property in Kansas. I hear the beaches there are lovely this time of year.