Yesterday was Friday the 13th (dun dun duuuuuun). I had grand intentions of doing silly things like deliberately spilling the salt or walking under ladders, but I pretty much forgot all about it. Not being at home, I didn’t have my usual built-in bad luck charm close at hand (or foot, as it were):
(That’s Seer, by the way, a cat we acquired from a woo-ey bookstore during my brief flirtation with paganism back in college. I maintain that he is the cutest cat in all existence.)
Actually, I did cut my finger sort of badly at work yestersday…maybe there’s something to all this after all :p
Did you do anything to celebrate/mock superstitious thinking yesterday? What horrible things did or didn’t happen to you as a result?
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