Saturday, August 22, 2009

Broken Mirror

I am a very superstitious person. I knock on wood, avoid black cats crossing my path, spit when I meet one-lighted cars, and a whole list of other crazy things. Coming home from work Thursday the inevitable happened. A buzzard flew into my passenger side mirror and broke it. All the way home I tried to think of an antidote for broken mirrors. I really don't need 7 years of bad luck at this time in my life.

When Behm came home I told him to be ready for 7 years of bad luck because of the broken mirror. This was his reply: "The buzzard will have 7 years bad luck, you didn't break it." I feel much better now, but I wouldn't want to be that poor buzzard!

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