Friday the 13th. Does the superstitious idea that it's a bad day come from those lame movies of the eighties? Okay, so I've never seen them and they would obviously scare the poop out of me since commercials (and Moulin Rouge) could get a bit scary. But that's beside the point.
The last Friday the 13th was one of the best days of my life, in hindsight. It was the day that my husband was admitted to the hospital and at the time I thought it was horrible. But going to the hospital when we did saved his life. I could be a widow right now. And don't think I'll ever forget that.
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what a morbid freakin' post...
I find Monday the 16th to be just as scary as Friday the 13th...
I tend to be morbid on Mondays, too.
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