Bad luck...

So the whole 'luck' thing...

My cousin Laura Lee has crazy bad luck. 

I mean I've never known anyone with luck as horrifyingly bad as hers. 

For instance we went to Savannah, Georgia one weekend several years ago.

It's a pretty place. 

We got to hang out with our friend Ashley while we were there.

Ashley is a bit of a ham. 

I wish I had a cooler way of saying that because he is a cool guy but he is a joker. 

Pranks and the like. 

Here he is back in the day bothering me while I tried to drive:

It was a minivan and we called it "The Road Warrior."

Ashley is a Birmingham guy now but he used to live in Savannah.

It was before this awesomeness occurred in his life:

It was also before this awesomeness occurred in their lives:

Alright, I'm done.

Seriously!

Look at that baby!

The cuteness is overwhelming. 

Anyway...

So we drove into Savannah and parked the car:

As you can see we parked it right next to the sign about the neighborhood watch. 

The sign that says thieves should 'watch out!'

And that the police were patrolling.

A couple days later we came back 

And the car had been broken into. 

Smack dab in front of the neighborhood watch sign!

Just another piece of her bad luck puzzle. 

Also if there is a policeman within 10 miles of her she is going to get a ticket. 

Expired tag - check.

Parking tickets - check, check, check.

Speeding - check, check, check, and triple check.

Lets talk about this whole luck thing.

You can be lucky and not get hurt when you totally should have:

My brothers and my cousins used to pull the trampoline on top of the concrete and then have dunk contests.  

We had that trampoline for years and no one ever got hurt. 

Well, once they did but thats a blog for another time. 

You can also be lucky and win things:

Billy got to play "Know Your Cuts of Meat" on the Late Show with David Letterman one time. 

And... 

There was this one time in high school:

 I won $50 in a random drawing. 

I asked my Mom what I should do with it and she suggested that I have a party. 

Here we are years earlier. 

Apparently we were  making a cake for a party. 

Well, she was making and I was tasting. 

So I won the $50 and had a party:

I told you I can't dance. 

Seriously, what am I doing?

Because that isn't dancing. 

Why is it that everyone else looks good dancing except for me?

I guess I'm just not lucky that way...