Yesterday I was robbed while at rehearsal. Some very bold thief walked right into the green room, went through my purse, took every cent I had except for one well-hidden dollar (and I mean every cent - they even emptied out my change) and both my credit cards. There were at least twenty people there; this was in broad daylight.

Tonight my car was backed into by a friend while I wasn't there; she called and said it was a "little dented" and scratched, so I said it was no big deal...and then was kind of shocked when I saw the big dent on the back left hand side of my car. No hard feelings, I'm just going to actually bother to have her fix it now - I was going to just leave it when I thought it was a small spot.

Scott no longer has cable...which...is only fair, really, because it had been left hooked up from the last resident and he just never said anything, BUT, the DVD player that is built-in to the TV has also stopped reading disks. Which sucks, because he's only had it since Christmas.

We're out a big chunk of change for having to get his car fixed when the alternator died. Plus he just had to get new tires. Plus my wheels are in desperate need of alignment before my car shakes off the road.

I have, once again, over-committed myself in a big way and no longer have time to do things I need to do. Like plan a wedding. Or at least make my dress.

Now, I'm not normally one to dwell on misfortune...but with the car dent and the robbery ALONE, it seems like the world or fate or God is just out to get both me and Scott this week.

And yet, three months from today, we'll still be married. For better or for worse. So I guess that makes it all okay.