Friday the Thirteenth - Two Memories

  1. The year I was a senior in high school
    there were three Fridays the 13th. Each of those days, my brother's (he was a junior) and my alarm clocks failed making us late for school. Twice, I made it to my seat before final bell. Once, I didn't make it, but I still got there before my physics teacher. ☺
  2. My newest, favorite memory
    My nephew was born today. I am so in love with him. And somehow, I feel so proud of him, as if I can take any credit for his existence. He's named after my dad who has been gone for 12 years. 😢 Welcome to the world, Michael!