Funny how a little alarm goes off when these super-silly-stitious things come about. Even though I know it has nothing to do with anything, I still get a creepy case of the better watch it Bub syndrome until it's safely Saturday the fourteenth.
It's a trick that adults amuse themselves with. They tell little kids that stuff and then sit back and watch the poor little ones creep around half scared out of their wits believing something bad is going to happen to them.
Of course the big equalizer is that some adults actually believe it themselves.
I was thinking about going to the store today. Maybe I'll put it off until tomorrow. Of course that has nothing to do with it being Friday the thirteenth; I just don't want a flat tire or something weird today.
