Originally Posted on Friday, December 13, 2013
I have no time to write this morning. It is Friday the 13th and my mother's birthday. I wonder how many times her birthday has fallen on a Friday? I am guessing around once every seven years but leap year messes that up as do the differing lengths of the months. Right? I can't figure it out right now. I have to visit another factory in another town and don't want to be late. I have to clean up so the maids can break things. Shower, etc. Oh, I'd rather write this morning and tell you about the bad night I experienced last night, the nightmares, the horrors and the dread. . . but you luck out. So far to go, so much to do. A factory visit, a mother's birthday, and a trip to the beautician, too. I've decided on a rather naughty picture for today, something I've taken from the files. Seems apropos.
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