ROANOKE TIMES 
                      Copyright (c) 1996, Roanoke Times

DATE: Friday, December 13, 1996              TAG: 9612130034
SECTION: EXTRA                    PAGE: 1    EDITION: METRO 
COLUMN: friday something
SOURCE: NANCY GLEINER 


DON'T COUNT ON IT BEING A LUCKY DAY

It's been quite a morning!

The alarm rang at 6:13. I stepped out of bed, right onto the tail of my son's black cat, who zigzagged in front of me as I walked to the bathroom.

My elbow hit the mirrored medicine cabinet door, and it shattered before I could say, ``What's today's date again?''.

I went to get the newspaper and had to stoop under the ladder the roofer had left up, then stepped on a crack while I was walking back into the house. Better see if Mom's OK. I noticed the upside-down horseshoe over the front door was crooked.

At breakfast, when I was cleaning up the salt I spilled, I saw some pennies on the floor. None of them were on ``heads.'' I counted them as I picked them up - 12, 13.

I phoned the bagel store to order a baker's dozen, then washed my car. Funny, it began to rain just as I finished.

I went inside, opened my umbrella, then walked outside, whistling. An owl hooted three times in the distance.

As I walked counterclockwise around my car to get in, I thought, this feels like my lucky day. Think I'll buy a lottery ticket.


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