I’m not usually superstitious but I do believe in the importance of three. Not the hokey Charmed power of three but the whole triquetra thing. Father, Son and Holy Ghost; Maid, Mother and Crone; mind, body and soul.
I always leave lucky pennies laying on the ground because I can never remember if Shayne gets the heads or tails and I figure it’s better to leave them for someone else than it is to risk taking her luck. Wow, reading that makes me think maybe I’m super-superstitious.
Anyway, not to sound all doomsday-ish, but please be careful. Pet the black cats and walk under as many ladders as you like, just drive carefully and don’t get too stressed out or start juggling knives.
Friday after Macaroni’s grandma’s funeral I got a call from a very good friend of mine from New Orleans. She was in town for her uncle’s funeral. He was only 46 years old and one of the best people to go out drinking with. Seriously, he was an amazing guy. He had a heart attack while at the doctor’s office having his pace maker checked, was rushed to the hospital and suffered a series of seven or eight more heart attacks. They took him off life support the next day due to brain damage. Talk about a shitty weekend.
So, even though I’m not superstitious (or because I am SUPER freaky superstitious) be careful.
On a happier note, today is Baby K’s baptism anniversary. I wish I was there to see her in person, but her mom made the coolest 18-months-old-video-thingy ever! Follow the link to My Beautiful Goddaughter at the right. I’ll probably get fired if I watch it one more time.
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