There's a million of them.
A broom falling means company. --That makes me glad my broom is always laying on the floor instead of being propped up like it should be.
Dropping a rag means a slouch is coming. --If I drop a rag I will do my damnedest to catch that thing in mid-air before it hits the ground. and if it does hit the ground, I slightly freak out in my mind. Then I trot off to the bathroom to put on a bra and some mascara so I don't have that 'just woke up look' that has recently become my signature appearance.
Back to my point.. There's been several times that have I dropped random things and wondered what the superstitious world will have in store for that day. Just last night I dropped my panties then mentally freaked again thinking "OMG I'm gonna get pregnant!"
All the salt ones.. Spilling it, sprinkling it on doorways, passing it across a table. I may skimp on passing it across the table but in my mind, I'm thinking about it.
And I count crows..
One for sorrow-
Two for joy-
Three for a girl-
Four for a boy-
Five for silver-
Six for gold lost-
Seven for secret never told.
There's like a gozillion different ways that can be said. Sorrow,mirth,wedding, birth, etc.. I think I always see only one crow and nearly break my neck turning around to look for another.
There's a black cat crossing my path.. I've gotten used to that. It's just Black Betty or one of her offspring sniffing around for food. Salt, Betty?
Dora's on! Gotta go!
