I'm a firm believer in karma - that niggling little something that bugs you and makes you think twice about a person, activity or that Coach purse you didn't buy.
I was getting coffee last week (*shocking*, I know) and I saw a poster for a charity Easter basket drive for kids in Long Beach. And I figured, why not? It's run by the same guy that did the Turkey Trot and the Haute Dog Easter Parade. They are trying to collect 1200 baskets for local kids - filled with toys, school supplies, grooming products and a little bit of candy.
So after we didn't have to haggle for the car, we stopped at Target on the way home Saturday. I got a pretty purple chenille basket and filled it with a Disney Princess toothbrush/paste, comb, Uno game, SpongeBob jelly beans, Reese's egg...even a chocolate rubber ducky.
It was wrapped up and dropped off yesterday - and when Dad told me, it actually brought a smile to my face, after the day that sucked a lot.
I feel like I'm living in a New Radicals song, but you know what? Some little girl is going to love that pink toothbrush and that's what is important.
Karma. It's all about the karma.
