I’ve liked Friday the Thirteenth for as long as I can remember. As an essentially unsuperstitious person I find superstitions intriguing. I’ve never found the day to be especially ominous. Quite the opposite in fact. I’d say it’s among my top five days of the year.
Not that I actually keep count of my top five days of the year. But, you know. If I did.
So, on Friday the 13th of July, the final Friday the 13th for 2012, I celebrated with a tattoo.
Did you know my wedding rehearsal was on a Friday the 13th? That’s worked out pretty well so far.
And yesterday, Craig and I celebrated 13 years of dating.
(not really – it was 12 years. But wouldn’t have that just been too perfect for words?)
Also – it turns out that the back of one’s arm is really rather difficult to photograph.
cool tattoo!!!! i saw it on instagram too, but thought i should cover all my bases and comment here too.
Hee! Thank you!!