Today my Mom came by to help Jon and I figure out what kind of fence and gate we would need to buy to close off the only little bit of open space in our backyard. As she stepped off of our patio and onto the uneven ground, my Mom twisted her ankle and fell to the ground. She ended up in the emergency room. They couldn't find any breaks and said that it most likely is a bad sprain.
My poor Mom. So much for good karma though. I really believe in the stuff. Last week my parents donated a house to a woman in need and this is what my Mom gets?
I always try to tip waitresses 25% to be nice and for good karma. I'm pretty superstitious, huh?