If you weren't already aware of this, I was born on a Friday the 13th. Seriously. It was dark and stormy. Also seriously. I'm sure it was bound to have made my mom a little more nervous than she already was about having her first child. Something that's kind of crazy to me is that she was the same age as I am now... goodness knows I'm not ready to be popping out any babies, nor have I already been married for 5 years like she had at 25. Regardless, she and I are some of the least superstitious people I know. How could we be considering I was freaking BORN on a Friday the 13th? I'm of the opinion that it doesn't matter if a penny is on heads or not... it's still a penny I'm picking up to put in my piggy bank.
I think the thing that makes the whole Friday the 13th thing even more interesting is my black cat Tucker. That was a fluke, I swear. I didn't go looking for a black Halloween cat, but that's the one I fell in love with when I came across a litter of free kittens.
To be honest, I remember that I've always felt myself to be especially lucky on Friday the 13th when it rolls around. I recall a few times in high school where I had an especially good day... maybe I won a contest or found out about getting a scholarship... maybe a cute boy flirted with me... things like that.
I can't say that anything all that interesting has happened today, other than it is dark and stormy outside right now and I'm about to go home to my black cat. But the day isn't over yet... so I suppose we'll see.
Happy Friday the 13th to you all!
*picture found in random friday the 13th article on msn.com