But, my mom was! Growing up, we were leary of lots of things in our house. If one of us would break a mirror, well that was a big one for sure. I'm pretty sure this was because she was born on the 13th of April. Many, many times her birthday fell on a Friday. Talk about bad luck...
Black cats? My mom hated cats so that was easy. The nine lives? Well, that's just freaky.
Step on a crack? Well, let's just say, I avoided them at all costs.
I usually had a rabbit's foot...somewhere.
Apples were a mainstay.
We ALWAYS got new clothes on Easter.
We never had clover growing in our yard (God forbid), but my Grandma did...
Now, as a grown up, I still walk around ladders.
I only open my umbrella outside.
I always fear rain on the day I wash my car.
I'll only pick up a penny if it's heads up.
I secretly always wish my palms would itch.
I still blow out all the candles on my birthday cake! And will again on Sunday!
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