13 Things I Love About Friday the 13th

The superstition surrounding a "Friday the 13th" has always been interesting to me. Since some of my best friends happen to be black cats (shout out to Charcoal, Jason, and Midnight), I thought I'd list the things I absolutely love about the day.

1. Depending on how you look at the day, a Friday the 13th can be either good or bad luck. This makes for some fun pranks! :-)
2. Watch the news. Suddenly, just like on a full moon, weird things happen.
3. Horror movies, such as, I don't know, the "Friday the 13th" horror movie anthology, will most likely have at least one episode on television (chanting can be heard "ki ki ki, ma ma ma")
4. Someone will wish you a "Happy Friday the 13th" and in doing so cause your alert level to rise.
5. The number 13 will suddenly appear to be everywhere. You start adding dates and license numbers, and Jim Carey's character in that movie doesn't seem to nuts anymore.
6. Since "bad luck" is hanging overhead, the "Final Destination" movie scenarios begin replaying in your head and you realize everywhere there is a "sign" that you might be missing.
7. Even "American Idol" avoids the number 13.
8. Regarding elevators, have you ever been on a 13th floor?
9. Some people don't fly on this day. Can you blame them?
10. The room 13, how many have you seen, really?
11. The fear of this day is called paraskavedekatriaphobia. Now that's a tricky word to say.
12. A bakers dozen is just another way of saying 13. :-)
12.5. Some people, airlines, hospitals, and homes avoid the number 13 at all costs.

and the final reason I love Friday the 13th...

13. The next Friday the 13th is only a few months away!

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

It's NOT Friday, Right?

You know it's Friday the 13th, err, Saturday the 13th when your alarm clock is frozen at 3:12am. Not flashing, not blinking, just sitting there with big red digital numbers and not moving. M unplugged it and replugged it, no go.

Then, the digital tv receiver was stuck later on this morning at 9:50am. Ok, don't panic. Might be a digital clock rebellion. Perhaps the digital numbers had a union meeting and decided to strike.

Then you go to get some yummy spinach and cheese pizza in the back of the freezer and whammo, your finger takes a nice slice right across the index. A couple paper towels later, a concerned dog wondering why your towels are turning crimson red, and it's back the freezer because lunch is still required.

I am now curled up on the lap of M and we're going to watch a horror flick. Because today is not a day to mess with going anywhere in a car, train or plane. I'm not even going to tell M I told her so when she burned the roof of her mouth on a slice of pizza.

I tell ya, it must be Friday the 13th.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)