It's Friday the 13th, you know.... Those of you who know me personally are probably thinking, "OMG! I can't believe she even got out of bed today!" I admit it. I'm superstitious. I do not rock empty rocking chairs. I do not put hats on the bed or open umbrellas inside. If I spill salt, I throw some over my shoulder. I put my right shoe on first. My Great Grandmother was superstitious. She never did laundry or cleaned the ashes out of the stove between Christmas morning and New Years Day. She would not allow red flowers and white flowers to grow side by side. I suppose I get these odd habits from her. So...cross your fingers, knock on wood, walk in the rain, avoid sidewalk cracks and we'll make it to Saturday the 14th unscathed.