While I wouldn't consider myself unlucky, I can think of many times when Ben and Steve seemed quite a bit luckier than I did. There were the times when they got to be the good guys, and I'm pretty sure I was the Russians. (yes, plural) The times they got to use the secret underground tunnel from Terre Haute that went right into Grandma Barnhart's back yard, but which was never in working order when I wanted to try it. Then there was the time they found clay (even better than playdoh!) in the woods at Uncle Dick and Aunt Diane's house - I was beside myself with envy.
But tonight, when I least expected it, I was supremely lucky. I walked into the grocery store and picked a random cart to use, and there waiting for me, was the luckiest thing of all.
A milk knife. Ben and Steve, eat your heart out.
