Last Friday was the ominous Friday the 13th.
As a general rule, I don't believe in bad luck omens, and I usually have a fabulous Friday the 13th when such dates fall.
I might have jinxed myself, however, because I actually said OUT LOUD and INTO THE WORLD that my Friday the 13th was proving to be a great day.
The dogs did not have a great evening. One vomited, and the other cut her lip while running around in the back yard. A doggie cleanse ensued. So the dogs' not-so-wonderful evening of Friday the 13th put a crimp in mine.
Still, the rest of the day proved pretty perfect, so I can't complain.
The dogs would say otherwise.