This morning I was getting ready to leave the house for work. I had taken care of most things required to get my tush out the door: hair and makeup, breakfast, pack lunch, and clothing. Being a 'holiday' I of course had on my snazzy new St. Patrick's Day t-shirt, which pictures a 4-leaf clover. I was ready for some serious good luck. But of course... as usual... things took an unusual turn.
As I placed my purse on the mantel to open the door that I was to head out of, the giant mirror which nicely complements said mantel crashed to the floor.
I broke a mirror on St. Patrick's Day.
I decided the lucky shirt cancels out the broken mirror, especially since I didn't look into the broken pieces of the mirror (my roommate, bless her, informed me that only when you look into the pieces of the broken mirror does it initiate the curse of 7 unlucky years)... thoughts?
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