Temps have dropped here and I am freezing my buns off (it just feels that way, haven't lost an ounce due to cold weather, but I can hope.) I think of all the pluses of cold weather and have decided I would rather have ticks.
Today, I rename this a lucky day. I am lucky for many reasons...my eyes aren't crossed, even though for years my mother warned me they would stick that way.
I am lucky the road above always leads me home. I'm extremely lucky I'm not naked and wet outside in this freezing windy weather. Now, if that's not lucky, I'd like to know what is.
May your day be lucky, may no one hit you in the head while your eyes are crossed (Mom knew a girl, she swore, whose eyes did get stuck!) And, most important of all, may you receive a Baker's Dozen of whatever you wish for on this fine Friday, the thirteenth.
