Me at Aiming Low: Don't Call Me Lucky!

I've got a post up at Aiming Low about how I used to hate it whenever anyone called me "lucky."  I doesn't really happen anymore, though.  I'm not sure why.

Luck Be a Lady

I don't really smoke (anymore).  But I do sometimes win some money from the machines.

Something just occurred to me.  Like just this minute.  Okay, maybe about half an hour ago.  It's this: for the past several years, very few people have called me "lucky."

You would think people would be saying it all the time, right?  I get to hang out with the cutest kids in the world all day every day, I don't have to have a stupid job, nobody makes me wear socks or long pants or shirts with buttons on them, and my wife doesn't yell at me for spending all my "down time" goofing around on the Internet.  Let's face it--my life is a beautiful dream.

And no, it's not just that I haven't been listening carefully.  I would have noticed if people had been calling me lucky.  Because I used to get that shit all. The.  Time.  And I did not like it.

From as early as I can remember, people have been telling me how lucky I am.

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I also have a couple short pieces up on TLC Parentables:

Higher Percentage of Same-Sex Couples Have Kids in Suburbs, Conservative States, Census Says 

Do Deadbeat Dads Deserve to Be Demonized?