Hello and welcome to my Lame Friday the 13th Post. I always feel as if Friday the 13th should be a holiday, but I have hardly done anything to celebrate today. I am doing a few of my favorite things, though: sitting on the couch in comfy clothes, husband nearby, glass of wine at hand, Snapped on the television, and I will go back to crocheting as soon as I make this blog post.
I thought an illustration would pep things up, because my mind is in a strictly non-peppy mode right now. I say once again that it is flatly amazing to me how I sit down, stare at a blank screen, feel I have less than nothing to say, and yet I type in words. Good words? Interesting words? Let’s not ask for miracles, especially on Lame Post Friday, and Friday the 13th.
This is the Friday the 13th guy, right? I’m not as up on my ’70’s slasher flicks as some. I’m more of a black-and-white horror chick, heavy on the cheese, with a little Hammer thrown in on occasion. But when it is Friday the 13th, one likes to give Jason a nod (I just quickly used Google to check that his name is really Jason, which is not the same thing as doing real research, but I am only a silly blogger after all).
And it is Lame Post Friday, after all. I wish one and all a Happy Weekend. Don’t walk under any ladders or let a black cat cross your path.