I went out for sushi, wine and Behind The Candelabra with my sister on Sunday night. She called me yesterday to say my bad luck had rubbed off on her – a car ran a stop sign and plowed into her.
How sucky is that? Fortunately only her radiator was hurt … oh, and extensive parts of her panel work. But not her.
Still, I think I should issue a warning. Don’t come too close. Between the youngest’s chicken pox, the eldest’s vomitting bug and my bad luck cooties, who knows what you might catch.
So I’m putting us under quarantine for the day.
Any suggestions on what gets rid of bad luck cooties?
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