I got up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Yes, you read that right.

I Got Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed

“Which side is that?”, you ask.

Why, the left side of course!

What’s the Latin word for left? Sinistra (Why does that sound surprisingly like ‘sinister’?)

What’s the French word for ‘left’ ? Gauche (Doesn’t that word mean ‘clumsy’ in English?)

The world is biased against left-handed people. Ask me, I’m left-handed. But that’s the subject of another post.

I got up on the left side of the bed today. So far, nothing has gone wrong.

I get up on the left side of the bed everyday! Nothing goes wrong.
Black Cat
Black cats cross my path. Nothing goes wrong.

When I was in my thirties, a colleague noticed a coral ring I had on and shrieked, ” Don’t ever wear that stone. It’s bad luck!”Β  I calmly informed her that I had a string of corals placed around my hand when I was a baby.Β  And so far, nothing untoward had happened to me. I’m forty seven now and bad luck still alludes me.Β  Of course, it took me some more years to figure out that there’s no such thing as ‘bad luck’. But that’s the subject of another post, and I’ve done that already in my post ‘Good luck, bad luck and s*** luck‘.

How do I feel about cats? I don’t like them very much. Dogs are my pets of choice.

How do I feel about black cats? The same as I do about all cats.

How do I feel about superstitions? I told you already! πŸ™‚

Linking in today via BlogFEST 2012 to Kelly of The Monkey Heart Discourses who isΒ  the host for today. Her prompt : How do you feel about cats, black cats, superstitions?

 

 

So how do you feel about cats, black cats and superstitions?

 

 

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