It’s Friday the 13th. Every Friday the 13th since the one in June 1997 has been bad for me. On that one I found out Ada had cancer. There were THREE in 1998. On the first, I found out I was pregnant. On the second I had to put my 20 year old cat to sleep. On the third one I was convinced to get married.
Anyway, you get the general idea. Today I tried everything in my power to pretend the day did not exist. I even dated all my work documents 5/14/2005. It seems to have worked so far. But the day is not over…
so… A) are you pregnant, B) is the kitty okay and C) are you engaged?! heh heh
good one Eu..lol