Also known as paraskevidekatriaphobia, or irrational fear of Friday the 13th. 28 years ago today, this evening actually, Bruce and I were married. It was Friday the 13th. We laughed in the face of irrational fears and superstitions.
Still, I’m thinking I might run out of gas on my way to pick him up for our celebratory dinner out. Poor planning more than bad luck, really. Touching wood just in case.