This morning, as I was dragging my ass out of the house at 4:51 am, I realized it was gameday, which automatically made me less mad at the world. But, when I was pulling out of the driveway and driving off, a black cat with bright green eyes stared into the headlights and scurried accross my path. At that point I told myself, let it be bad luck for me, not the Frogs. Sacrifices.
The story continues. I made a run to Starbucks around 6:00 am, and when I pulled back into work another black cat ran accross my car and into the woods. Now, I don't know the rules here but isn't this situation like multiplying negatives? As long as I don't see another one today, I think things will be ok. Feel free to leave your input.
2 comments:
Agreed
Im gonna break it to ya Finch, it wasnt a black cat. It was some of those super human fast Afro-American boys from TCU. In my book thats a sign a good luck. Go Frogs!
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