Lately I've been hearing an ad for a weekend show on the radio. I'm usually in the car when I hear it but today I was at my desk. This guy's name is familiar. I wonder if it is who I think it is? Bingo! The younger brother of a childhood friend of my husband's. He was the one who represented one of my best-friends ex-husbands in their divorce and custody hearing. He did a good job for his client but it was in the worst interest of the children. Snake.
Then, last week there was a BIG country music festival up here in Minnesota. I don't follow country but there is a local-boy made good who is touring with Rascall Flats. Why do I care? He's my birthson's uncle. (Okay - I know he has no real responsibility for his brother's actions but stilll...)
Who cares about either of these things, right? But while I am busy paddling upstream in my life I cannot help but wonder how come sometimes it seems like other peoples lives are just charmed, KWIM?
Those of you who know me know that I am generally a happy-go-lucky kind of a gal but this has just struck a nerve.