Survived yet another Friday the 13th! But let me make it clear: I don’t believe Friday the 13th is an unlucky day. At all.
Wondering what this blog title has to do with the subject? Well, apparently paraskevidekatriaphobics – try pronouncing this word 4 times in a row, I dare you! – are people with a fear of Friday the 13th. I’m glad I’m not one of them; I even try to believe it’s a lucky day for me. And yesterday, it kind of was! Woke up bursting with energy (this happens once in a year or so), didn’t get stuck in traffic, was helped immediately in an office (while on Thursday I had 20 people waiting in line in front of me) and all things I planned to do worked out perfectly. Yaaay! 🙂
I have to admit, I’m kind of obligated to be a non-believer: being born on April 13, I celebrated quite some birthdays on a Friday. Can’t imagine what a para…-who comes up with these names?!-…phobic would do when he turns 13 on the 13th 😀
Anyway, I turned out all right. Here’s proof I’m not (and never was) a creepy monster or a freaky witch. Aside from the multiple pacifiers, I was just a normal kid 😉