Friday the 13th normally brings people all kinds of bad luck. That is if you are superstitious. I try not to think of it that way. I just roll with the punches and move on with the day like it is any other. I think.
Today the 14th, I find myself looking back on the day to see just how bad it was. Overall, I think this Friday the 13th bullshit is just that, bullshit. (I may have just jinxed myself for many years to come with that statement)

Let's look back: my brother called and asked me to go visit next week. I just saw him Saturday and Sunday. Everything about this visit is VERY exciting. It's school vacation so this works out perfectly!

I was in a local grocery store, not the big box kind, the small one where the owners work there and everyone knows your name.
I was in said store, trying to go down an aisle and a woman, her child and their grocery cart were very much in the way. I was trying to get by... "excuse me?" (I am rather polite, believe it or not) and nobody was moving, so as I tried to sneak by my purse hit a bottle of wine and CRASH! alllll over the floor, all over my feet, it was quite a mess!
I know what you're thinking... this isn't good luck! It's bad! No, no... you see, everyone rushed over to help me and we all had a good laugh. I joked about how it's not everyday your feet get bathed in red wine.
Once the butcher, who saw this whole thing go down, realized 'who I was' came rushing over to me while I was cashing out and asked, "how did (insert Boy Child's father's name) end up with someone so pretty as you?"
My head got so big, I almost didn't make it out the door.

The day ended with going to bed knowing I don't have to set an alarm until April 23rd. Boy Child and I are officially on vacation!