I've never been a superstitious person. I pick up pennies on the street, no matter which side is facing up. I love black cats, If going around the ladder is difficult... Well, I probably still would go around it. They're not the most trustworthy things in the world. So I've never been afraid of Friday the Thirteenth. This Friday was going to come and go with the minor hiccups that every day possesses in this household.
I got up in the morning, woke up the dogs, and the three of us trotted to the door to go out. Monty, who is almost/very nearly/just about/this close to being completely potty trained, stood at the top of the bar room, raised his little leg, and started emptying his bladder. This was no "Oh boy, Oh boy! I get to go out now!" excited dribbling, as often happens in the morning. This was much more, "I'm going to the bathroom here and you can't stop me!"
I snapped at him and he stopped. We continued with our day and not an hour after breakfast, the little monster does it again! I cleaned up both times and shook my head in chagrin.... He was getting much better... Now it seems that there's some backtracking going on... Oh well.
I got onto my blog to post about something, and received a message, "Blogger is temporarily unavailable." I'm not sure how long it was down for maintenance, but I supposed it was ok, as I wanted to talk about something that wasn't actually reflected accurately yesterday anyway (No, it wasn't about Monty's training). Oh well...
Zach came home is a not so great mood. Life isn't always easy. Oh well......
I burnt my leg rather badly cooking supper. Don't ask how I burnt it while pouring soup from a pot into the blender... I'm not sure how I did it either... Oh well...
While Zach and I were in varying parts of the house, our younger, smarter, more agile animal decides he wants to open the screen door to let himself out. In doing so, he let Misty out.
A thorough(ish in the dark) investigation of our backyard, asking our neighbors if they noticed her, and the backyard of the home opposite us, I give up.
Ok, FINE! I scream to the cosmos. I believe in Friday the Thirteenth and its bad luck! I BELIEVE, ok! Now give me back my cat!
An hour later, she prances back into the house. Happy as you please, and throws up a massive hairball with the grass she probably left to get in the first place. Lovely.
We went to bed and I couldn't manage to get warm all night.
Am I superstitious now? No, not really. Am I ever going to look at Friday the thirteenth the same again? I don't think so. It wasn't a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, but it wasn't as nice as most days are either.
God bless and see you soon,
Joelle
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