Today is Friday the Thirteenth, and an ominous day. We're attempting to leave on a camping trip this weekend, and I'm worried that something, anything is going to go wrong. Despite all of my claims, I'm actually quite a superstitious person. I avoid stepping on cracks in the sidewalk, lift up my feet when driving over train tracks (awkward since I live right next on some), perdiddle, hold my breath through tunnels, etc... Wish us luck!
Word of the day: paraskavedekatriaphobia - fear of Friday the thirteenth.
For your friday enjoyment: