Three Strikes

I flew back from Kennewick and Danny and I drove to Vegas the next day to go through the temple with Dougie, celebrate Grandpa's 75th, see Lindsey, and enjoy Mother's Day. I always enjoy a good road trip with Danny. In the middle of the desert I got a phone call from my work telling me I was getting laid off. Ouch! Strike one. I can't really complain. They paid me for a year to be "on call". The trip was quick but fun. I'm really glad we went.

The night we got back we were hurrying to unpack so we could chill in front of the TV and I stubbed my toe on our bed post. We heard a loud snap but I just brushed it off. The next morning my foot was purple and blue. Crap! After a visit to the doctor it was confirmed. I totally broke my toe. Strike two.

The next day we got a letter in the mail from our landlord telling us we are going to have to leave our apartment for the month of August! Strike three. I was freaking out. After a phone call to our landlord we got everything figured out and hopefully we only have to leave for a week. Fingers crossed. Those people are crazy.

Finally after 3 bad days I had a good day. Five days after being laid off I got a call from a recruiter I know offering me a job with a client. I didn't even have to interview or submit a resume. It was so crazy. I started the next day. Danny was VERY surprised. And so am I. Still.