I’m going to add “of Opportunity” to things that happen to me for a day to see how it feels. Like the dogs wrestling on my head to wake me up were actually the Wrestling Dogs of Opportunity.
Or the big dog that pinned me down wasn’t trying to give me slow, deliberate dog kisses, they were the Slow, Deliberate Dog Kisses of Opportunity.
Or the silver Xenon-headlight-having BMW X5 that threw a bottle at me and the dogs was actually the Bottle-Throwing BMW X5 of Opportunity.
And maybe it actually was The Bottle of Enlightenment they threw, but I still had try to avoid its shards because I was wearing the Thin Shoes With Toe Fingers. Of Opportunity.