When I woke up this morning, there was cat shit in front of my bedroom door. Is that a sign of good luck?

Addendum: In addition to the 3 people (including me), 3 dogs, and 3(?) cats we’ve added a new roommate. I found that out when I arrived home from work. She’s already moved in. Yay.

I guess I’ll just chalk this down as another brain burp on a long, long, long list of bad decisions. Bad decision making – can that be counted as a savant ability? If so, then I rule.