Friday, April 13, 2012


I don't know how your Friday the 13th went, but mine really did seem to throw things at me. Nothing major, nothing earth-shattering, but enough to keep me on edge most of the day. From the pop that fell and exploded all over my walls, across the floor and all over the furniture to the crazy dog that ripped up papers, ran with scissors in her mouth, and literally ran me ragged, the day has been exhausting. By the way, I blame the pop for the dog's behaviour. She did lap some before I got it all cleaned up.

But if I thought my day was bad, well it was even worse for my daughter. First, she jammed her toe into a door, bruising it badly and splitting her nail. Later, as she was still limping around, she closed a door on her finger. Honestly, I have seen this before with my other girls as they traversed the treacherous thirteenth year. There seems to be a preponderance of clumsiness. Still, it could be worse.

So what can you do? Well, crying seems a bit melodramatic, so laughter was the only recourse. Later, my daughter and I realized that April 13, 2012 occurring in her thirteenth year was not only a double but a triple whammy.

Perhaps you already know this. Friday, April 13th, is the second Friday the 13th of the year, and it is exactly thirteen weeks since the last one. Okay, that is pretty cool, made possible only because of the leap year. But wait, there is more.

Take the digits of 04/13/2012 and add them together. 0+4+1+3+2+0+1+2. Go ahead. I'll wait.

So you see, the thirteenth week after a Friday the 13th, when the date adds up to 13 has cursed my 13-year-old daughter. I think she will be counting down the last thirteen minutes before midnight, and I have arranged to post this blog at exactly thirteen minutes to midnight.

You know, because if you can't cry, you have to make it a  matter of laughter.


  1. Ah yes, 13. My day wasn't too bad but that's compared to wednesday where I had a super bad day and cut my finger. Did have to stay later at work than planned but it was alright.

    Laughter is a good thing. Sometimes we just need to laugh.

  2. Oh, no! I'm sorry to hear the 13th plagued you and put the super whammy on your daughter! I don't know why it does that to folks, but I'll try to have a stern word next time it blusters into town. Friday the 13th (and the number 13) is lucky for me.


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