It happens in threes....

You know when you find a piece of clothing that exactly expresses what is you? (Okay, all the guys have just tuned out) Well, that is how I felt about this coat:



I love it! I feel so good in it. So yesterday, I went out and got white gloves and hat to match, and last night when I went out to meet a friend at the National Gallery where my husband was playing a gig, I was feeling reeeaaally good.

UNTIL, some JERK ran up behind me and snatched my purse right out of my hand. I was 2 minutes away from the gallery. I had enough hold on the purse that he lost his balance and fell down, and I went running after him, screaming obsenities at the top of my lungs. But what was I going to do. I suddenly wished I had been doing Kung Fu for the last 10 years and could have shown him who's boss! But instead, I just watched him in disgust as he ran off into the park to hide in the shadows. Take my money. Dump the wallet i got in Spain. Discard the lipstick I got for my wedding.

Damn it. That really kills the mood. The cops were called, reports were made, wine was drunk. THEN, when the gig was over, I had to take A to the hospital emergency because he was complaining of tightness in the chest, weird heartbeats and difficulty breathing. They did heart monitoring, chest X-rays and blood tests that kept us there until 1am. Everything came back fine - he is completely healthy - just probably a bit too much coffee and not enough sleep. That's my boy. What a night.

And then to top it all off, the chocolate double fudge mocha icing on the cake, as I was putting my favourite coat on, the button broke.

At least that's three down.