A Day Late

I’m a day late. Yesterday was Friday the 13th. Those are the best days, they are considered good luck days in my family. My parents were married on a Friday the 13th, they were married 59 years before my dad passed.

Thursday night, at roughly 9pm I discover the air conditioner is not working. An emergency call to my leasing agent is made. The air conditioner service of course can’t get out that night so Friday it is.

I’m not worried about it because Friday is going to be nothing but greatness.

So Friday morning comes around, oh did I mention my new sectional was being delivered as well.

The air conditioner people call, they can be there between 1 and 5. Ok, I’m here all day I tell them.

I put all of the old furniture to the curb, two wingback chairs and a sofa. I’m very proud of myself, I didn’t need any help. I’ve inherited the strength of my people. I come from peasant stock.

The furniture people call before the appointment time and ask if they can come now. Of course.

Right after that the air conditioner people call, there’s been a cancellation, can he come now. Of course.

Does any of this surprise me? No. It’s Friday the 13th, only good things come to me on this day.

And it did, my furniture came early and my air was cooling shortly after. All is well in Angie World.

Next up meeting Dean and convincing him I’m not crazy and we should just get married.

In the famous words of Sheldon Cooper, I’m not crazy, my mother had me tested.

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