I believe in omens. And after what happened on New Year’s Day, I haven’t wavered on that. Here’s what happened:

I decided I was done with Christmas decorations. Time to take down the outside house lights, remove the stuffed reindeer from my porch and toss the front door wreath. When finished there, I headed inside to gather up the overabundance of holiday crap adorning pretty much every corner of my home. I swear I could open a holiday boutique with what’s stored in my shed alone. Continue reading →