Yayyyyyyyyy! Finally,
we have a Friday the
13th . . .
On average, we have
a couple a year. It goes
from none to three. Not
sure why I like them so
much, but they tickle
my heart!
In grade school, we used
to play jokes on each other
as well as the teachers.
They were such sweet,
simple jests; I find myself
much moved.
Back in a first grade recess,
I can remember writing,
"I am a gost" on a little piece
of paper and sticking it to the
back of the principal's suit
coat. Not sure where I got
the nerve as he was quite
a serious man!
He must have felt something
so he reached around and
grabbed the paper. I thought
for sure I was going to get
killed! He just laughed,
turned to me and said, "Hey,
little one, you spelled ghost
wrong." Still tickles me . . .
I like doing things out of the
ordinary on Fridays the 13th.
I'll have to see what I come
up with today. Methinks 'tis
a good excuse to spend some
much needed time by the fire.
Let's see what proper naughties
we can all get up to . . .
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