Not that I'm a big believer in fate, or Karma, or whatever you call it.
BUT on Saturday, I made out a shopping list for my alternate-monthly trek to Wal-Mart. It included an electrical power strip, a cheese slicer, rubber dishwashing gloves and light bulbs.
On the way out to my car, I saw that my neighbors were having a garage sale, so, naturally, I wandered over to check it out.
[Cue the Twilight Zone music]
Lo and behold, they had a heavy-duty power strip for $1.
AND a cheese-slicer--a much nicer one that I would have bought--for the incredible price of a dime.
But wait, there's more!
They also had three unopened packages of rubber gloves, size small. (When I check my weight on those charts, I immediately go to "big-boned." But that is such a lie--I have small hands, and, if I admitted it, which I won't, a small frame.) Each package was another dime.
For a grand outlay of $1.40, I got nearly everything on my list, and saved myself a trip across town.
OK, I never did get the light bulbs. Apparently there are limits to one's karma. But I'm not complaining.