Happy Friday the 13th!!!
Maybe you don’t celebrate this holiday. Maybe you are a person who suffers from paraskevidekatriaphobia. That is the fancy word that means you have a fear of Friday the 13th.
Friday the 13th doesn’t bother me. I was born on the 13th and I have never met a Friday that I don’t like. I’m not a superstitious person…
Except when the Steelers are playing. If I don’t wear my lucky socks, they will lose. Also, if I am performing, I can’t start right on the hour. I try to start at three minutes past the hour. Although, it isn’t superstition. I’m just always late.
I know that today will be a great day because I completed my morning routine. I brushed my teeth, spit three times, put on my lucky socks, rubbed the horseshoe over my studio door, drank 12 ounces of perfectly brewed coffee, and did the chicken dance while humming “ooga wacka ooga wacka” over and over.
If that can’t cure your paraskevidekatriaphobia, nothing will.