Superstition- (n.) A notion maintained despite evidence to the contrary.
I say that I don’t believe in superstitions, but apparently I’m lying.
We successfully closed on our house Friday, so I can now admit this. The listing for our new house has been the first tab in my website browser since we decided to put an offer on it, July 8th. At first it was there so I could visit pictures of “our house” and dream about us living there. But over time, when I considered closing the tab so I didn’t have so many open on my computer, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Like if I closed the tab, our house would go *POOF*, the banks would reject our offer, locusts and termites would swarm the joint and eat our house… So I left the tab open. I mean, why tempt fate?
I also consulted the Magic 8-Ball from time to time about our house. It always had very favorable things to say, but I have to admit, its time line of when events were going to happen was a bit off. Something to keep in mind if you decide to base major life decisions on a TOY.
And I now have a new lucky number.
It’s our house number, 258. Notice that when you take the two and add THREE, it equals five, then you add another THREE, and it equals eight. And we happen to be THREE By Sea?! I mean, come on, that can’t be coincidence, right? It’s a TOTAL SIGN, right?!
A total sign that I’m in need of a mental health intervention…but in the meantime, I have to go play 258 in the next Pick 3…