Real Magic

I went to PetSmart yesterday with my dog, and there was a little bird lose in the store. It was flying around hiding behind big bags of seed.

I got a fantastic review at work, and a raise. As a reward to myself, from me, I bought Arrested Development Season three. I watched it all in one go. It was really funny, which is why I stayed awake until 2am.

I never thought that auditors could be hot. Today I was shown that they most certainly can be hot. Smokin' hottt. Yes that's three 't's. There are two of them and they are both gorgeous, in that tall, broad, Nordic way. Of course, I would pick today to have a frumptastic fat day.

I have this corporate gig next week, and I will be playing my guitar and singing cowboy/country songs, some of them rather silly. So, I picked up my guitar for the first time in over two years to check and see which string was missing so I could replace it. There were no missing strings, and it was tuned. I was shocked. I thought that it was a modern miracle. There was no other explanation, except magic, but either way it was pretty cool.

Then I remembered that one of my friends played my guitar when he was over last month. I couldn't remember if it had all the strings, but I figure it was probably him. I was a little crestfallen at not having been the recipient of mystical aide, but still quite pleased I didn't have to restring anything on my own.