I know there are a lot of superstitions that state the number 13 is unlucky. Even worse is when it falls on a Friday. There are a lot of times when tragic events seem to prove the belief correct.
There are a lot of theories as to why it's considered an unlucky day, but for me, it's a good day.
Side note: I was going to write out all the theories, but to be honest, I shouldn't even be blogging right now. I have three hours to get everything finished up before we leave.
Why a good day? My mom was born on February 13th (a Friday). I was born on September 13 (not a Friday) which also happens to fall on a Friday occasionally. Perhaps I'm somewhat partial.
So...happy birthday, Mom! I'll see you tonight!
Yes, you read that right. We're making the trek east, up the pass, over the dirt roads, across the creek bed and we're doing it in the snow. Go us! (Well...go chains! And secure seat belts! And switching to Mom's four-wheel drive if needed!)
On the plus side, with all the snow, Dad won't be able to take us on another hike from Hell.
2 comments:
You wanna bet, he has snow shoes.
Over the river and through the woods...
Post a Comment