I picked up the bathmat and took her to the front porch where I spent about two minutes crouching in my bathrobe and saying in a high pitched voice (do I have any other voice?), "Go ahead, you're free now. Come on little ladybug, you're okay. Go ahead and go." In any other place, I might be worried what the neighbors thought of that but come on, look who would be talking, right?
Now, not only can I stop keeping the door shut and wearing my sweatshirt hood up whenever I go in there but I also get good luck! 27 truly is the golden year.
And while we're on the topic of bathrooms, there is one at here at my office that is decorated as a shrine to Pink Floyd and plays music when you turn on the lights. Also, I overheard today that the area where I sit used to be a nightclub.
14 March 2006 - 2:12 PM
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