Saving Brett Myers from Bad Juju

So, I'm on my computer doing this and that and the doorbell rings.  I glance out the front window and it's the UPS truck.  I rack my brain and I can't think of a thing that I've ordered recently so I open the door and look down and there's this largish package there.  Then it dawns on me that it's the Astros bobbleheads I pre-ordered as a season ticket holder this year.  (I love me a good bobblehead and I don't like standing in line to get them so I paid for them, sucker that I am.)

I really wanted to get the Brett Myers one out and I was having a terrible time getting it out of the box.  I finally got it out of the box and then I couldn't separate the plastic packaging.  It just didn't want to come apart.  I finally forced it apart and then I see something drop and I hear this click as something hits the floor.  It's Brett Myers' arm.  His right arm.  This cannot be a good omen.

I immediately get out the superglue because I'm trying to erase the bad juju of having Brett Myers' right arm fall off on my watch.  I put the dab of superglue on his arm, place it in his sleeve and count to 20 while the superglue takes.  Then I let the arm go and it's in place.  Phew.  It's all good.  I didn't break Brett Myers.  No harm. No foul.

And then I put it down.  Or I tried to.  A tiny speck of superglue had dropped on to my right ring finger and it was now attached to the base of Brett Myers.  Every household absolutely must have fingernail polish remover in their inventory.  I don't care if you're a guy and you've never painted your nails in your life.  Fingernail polish remover is the only thing that came between me and a very uncomfortable evening.

Brett is now happily ensconced on the Astros memorabilia shelf with the other bobbleheads and signed balls.  I think I'll wait until tomorrow to open the rest.

Yeah, Brett, I know how you feel!