Today is Friday the 13th.
That’s bad luck, right? I’ve never really had much experience with good or bad luck on Friday the 13th, although I do remember that when I was young my dad signed his final hiring papers for a job on such a day – a job that would end up being pretty much the worst thing ever.
But I think that was just the result of general universal shittiness, not really bad luck or anything.
I used to hear stories about people who stayed in their houses or beds all day on Friday the 13th. My opinion is that it would be a good excuse. Maybe I’ll use it someday.
The Steens are embarking on a journey this weekend. We’re heading over to Tuscaloosa, since I’ve never been there and as a student at the University of Alabama I feel I should at least know what it looks like. Then we’ll either geocache our hearts out or head down to Jackson, to laugh at everyone we escaped.
I hope everyone’s year is starting out well. Mine is – I think this could qualify as the best beginning of a year I’ve had in recent memory.
Oh and guess what, my therapist reads my blog (hi, Angela!). While initially I thought that might squick me out a bit, I’ve found it really doesn’t make a difference.
I suppose it’s true that misery breeds creativity – because honestly, I haven’t had much to write about lately. I’ve just been too damned happy. That sounds contrived – but I swear it’s true.
I vow to take lots of pictures this weekend. I have a kickass camera on my phone and I need to use it more often.
So, I leave you with this:
We MAY have convinced Max that butter was a delicious treat. It didn’t last long.
We entertain ourselves the best we know how.
Happy weekend. I’ll be back in full rambley force next week.