I don’t believe in luck, as such. But I don’t believe in fate, either. Things happen, or they don’t.
Take this 4-leaf clover: if I hadn’t looked for it, I wouldn’t have found it; but it was still there.
Take my Hub, as well: if I hadn’t trusted him to carefully stick it into my notebook because he didn’t trust me to do it properly, he wouldn’t have squashed one leaf above another. He really did a number on it.
Now my grandchildren will wonder what’s so special about this 3-leaf clover that I had to save it. Unless it was as a memento of the time Grandma throttled Grandad.
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I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)