Supposed to be bad luck. The thirteenth of any month is a miserable day, regardless of the day of the week it falls on. The only good thirteen I know of is my friend’s adorable little boy Aeden’s birthday, November thirteenth. That’s the only good thirteen I ever knew. Thirteen is the first of the teenaged years. So far as I’m concerned, the only females with great memories of their teenaged years were cheerleaders. I’ve tried and tried to think of something good about thirteen. There were thirteen original colonies in the United States, but now there are fifty. Surely fifty is better than thirteen. I’d rather have fifty dollars than thirteen any day. The movie Ocean’s Thirteen was released in 2007, and I went to see it with my brother Mike, but the only thing I really liked was looking at Brad Pitt and George Clooney. Personally, I ignore the number thirteen. It doesn’t bother me at all that some elevators go directly from the twelfth floor to the fourteenth. I admit that when I was a little girl, I wondered what was on the thirteenth floor.
