My New Friend, Jiminy

A cricket landed on my car today and Jiminy brought me luck. I accidentally got a job, found a potential new friend, my Amazon shipment arrived with The Killers CD I’ve been lusting after and two new books. Last but not lease, Charmed - Season Two came out AND was in stock at Media Markt.

In the spirit of learning Deutsch, I e-mailed a school to find out about classes and cost. The return e-mail asked if I knew anyone who could teach English. I offered, they accepted and I start teaching at a larger corporation next week. A few hours a week should keep me in mani/pedis and handbags. However, Deutsch lessons will be with a school who does not hire people off the interent with no experience.

The bonus is… I met my new boyfriend. Well, I’m not sure if he’s a boyfriend yet, but we definitely clicked. I have high hopes and a bit of a crush. I have dreams of shopping and cocktails. Honestly, he’s the first gay man I’ve met living here. I keep meeting men who have potential and then they turn out to be just your typical straight eurofag. So disappointing. Then there are the guys that hit on Markus at the gym, but since they’re hitting on my husband and I could crush their little Twinkie asses with my thumb, they don’t count.

My books arrived in time for me to read before I meet with my book clubs. As I skipped the last book, it would be in bad form if I skipped this one even though it’s boring. Then a great one that the Lit club reads. I don not understand why the hausfraus are checking off the classics from their lists. Hausfrau duties are boring enough without adding all’s quiet on the western front or lord of the flies.

Charmed is a guilty pleasure. Leave it alone.

Then I found out that while I'm in the City by the Bay, a very good friend will visit from the East Coast. I cannot wait to see her sorry ass as its been way too long.

Tomorrow, I’m off to eat éclairs with the French in Strasbourg, my favorite euro city outside of Berlin. The weather is just like I like it, rainy and cold. It’s wonderful. I look much better in cashmere than tank tops with sweat dripping down my face.

With everything going so right, something bad should happen, right? Maybe the universe is making everything so great right now because I’m going to die tomorrow and I’ve been a good enough person that I should enjoy my last days on earth. Or maybe something will happen to Markus, the cats, and family back home. That call I’ve been waiting for informing me my brother was in an accident will come through or my sister really will be sold into white slavery. She’s on tour in Italy right now, singing her little heart out. Excuse me; I have to go think of all the bad stuff that could happen in order for it not to happen. See how complicated good luck is?