Friday the 13th– My Lucky Day
One year, my father handed me an envelope with money inside for my birthday. Years later, I cannot remember the amount of money that was inside, nor the year that it was given to me. But I saved the envelope inside my nightstand for years. Typed on the outside was this little poem that my Dad wrote:
Karen
Friday the 13th, a suspecious day
But you came along and I say;
It’s hard to believe but it’s true
Wish we had two just like you.
Your Mudder, Fodder and everybody else.
Years later, when I was in college, I couldn’t wait for the weekends to head home or to ahem, party with my friends. One day, out of the blue, my mom sent me a package. Inside was a plaque:
Hang on, Friday’s coming!
After spending yesterday bawling at yet another IEP meeting (I’m sure I have a reputation in my district as an emotional mom, nevermind that I can advocate for someone else like a Piranha!), I’m just glad that today’s Friday, and the 13th at that. I’m heading to work this morning then out to lunch with a friend.
The best part of all– there’s actually a glimpse of spring today!



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Happy Birthday, Karen! (I think…IS it your birthday?))
Glad you’re seeing some spring. We got 10″ last night and they’re predicting a Noreaster for Sunday night with “copious” amounts of snow.
Ah, my birthday’s in August, but I’ll keep the fifty bucks you sent. Thanks!