Happy Friday!  Those of you with triskaidekaphobia are already aware that it is Friday the 13^th.  Let’s face our fears and laugh at them.

Enjoy!

Since it is Friday the 13^th, I think tonight’s dinner will be Fettuccine Afraid-O.

Since it is Friday the 13^th, I made an appointment with my seamstresses, she knows a lot about superstitchins.

Last Friday the 13th, I dreamt that a horse in armor was chasing me, I think it was a Knightmare.

I figured that on Friday the 13^th it would be acceptable to tell a serial killer joke as long as it is are properly executed.

I used to think walking under a ladder on Friday the 13th was bad luck. At my age, I realize it’s just poor balance.

The good news is, at my age, I’m no longer afraid of Friday the 13th anymore. The bad news is, I can’t remember why I was ever afraid in the first place.

I just dropped and smashed my disco ball. Now I’ve got like 7000 years bad luck.

I broke a mirror in my house, I’m supposed to get seven years of bad luck. But my lawyer thinks he can get me five.

Would you call a lady with bad luck Miss Fortune?

If you have consistent bad luck on the highway, would you call that car-ma?

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”~ Victor Hugo