Last night a miracle happened. While I was busy making fun of all the white bread idiots at Nappy Roots, one of the lenses popped out of my glasses (my dog ate them a few weeks ago, so they were being held together by super glue). I searched for the lens for a few seconds, and basically said, "oh well, time to buy a new pair of glasses". As soon as I got home I found the lens in my back pocket. That's some David Blaine type shit right there.
To make the weekend even more awesome, I opened up what I thought was just a "thank you" card from the realtor that sold me my condo and there was a $200 "downtown Helena" gift card in that motherfucker. I hope this thing works at the Pan Handler kitchen store because I want a new Shun chef's knife.