FRIDAY THE 13th.

I love Friday the 13th, really, I do!  And its not because I'm superstitious, because I am not.  I don't believe in bad luck.  However I am not above using Friday the 13th as an explanation for things going wrong, thus shifting the responsibility and blame from myself.   If it were up to me every 13th of the month would fall on a Friday and it would be sort of an amnesty of fault day for the month, the monthly Darwin's Day  in which we could plan in advance and schedule certain events that involve things which might go wrong... so that if and when things DO go wrong, it wouldn't be our fault, it would be because of the curse of Friday the 13th!

I'm trying to think of all the Friday the 13ths that I've lived through and the bad luck that may have resulted on those days, and quite honestly, I can't recall one single instance of misfortune that occurred on any of those days.  Actually, now that I think of it, because my misfortunes fell on days other than Friday the 13th, I was not able to exercise the excuse of it being an unlucky day and there fore out of my control and not my fault.  I had to bear the blame and responsibility for things going wrong myself.  Hmmmm.... that in itself is unfortunate.  Perhaps there is a little truth to the myth surrounding Friday the 13th after all.

Just in case, I shall avoid black cats, cracks and ladders all day today. 

Tomorrow night is the Full Wolf Moon.  No, I don't believe in werewolves, I just prefer to gaze at the bright moon from the inner pane of my window with a strictly ornamental pistol within reach, a silver bullet coincidentially chambered and ready, a bottle of holy water shimmering on the sill.

No, I'm not superstitious at all, are you?