I like Friday the 13ths. In fact, I probably favor them. Still, the highest highpoint I’m planning for tomorrow is to go to the
natural pet food store, 15 minutes down the road, where we can stock up on kitty meats that don’t make Hazel lick
herself into a hairless pink thing. Hence, no birdies. She has to eat what my daughter calls “forest friends,” i.e…Bambi, Thumper, and Lambsy Divey. The highlight will be that we’ll get lunch at Chipotle. I know. My life is really exciting!
I will NOT be celebrating Izzlet #1’s 19th birthday, despite it being tomorrow. I WILL be putting it off until the end of next month when she comes home for a couple of weeks. Other than that, my day will pretty much go as usual.
Just another day. Only thing I’ll do different is drive the car in rather than the bike, and that’s because we’re supposed to be getting scattered thunderstorms tamarra.
I AM NOT going to do anything different than I would otherwise.
Friday the 13th is lucky in my family.
My father, brother and sister were each born on a Friday the 13th, and I was born on a Monday the 16th (I was due the previous Friday).
No biggie.
It would have been nice to have been born on the 13th as opposed to the 14th. Every time I have to show my ID I get some kind of wisecrack about being a “Valentine Baby.”
Too many gangs show up, looking for a bit of action. Last year they pulled over several cars with the trunks full of weapons (just in case, dontcha know).
My daughter was…I was in labor the entire day, so I only heard bits and pieces of what was going on. I left for the birthing center as the first plane hit.