I broke a mirror yesterday. I wonder if the size of the mirror has anything to do with the amount of bad luck issued. It wasn't just a little hand held mirror...I broke a full length mirror. I had it kind of propped up and had a moment of clumsiness (not surprising) and I stumbled and sort of fell on it. Now it's broken and there are many glass shards still being found...hurrah.
Perhaps I'll actually be rewarded with some good luck. My water polo number was 13 and while many would claim that as an unlucky number, I had a lot of delightful experiences with that number (MVP of an entire college tournament...hello!...long story...slight exaggertion...but still...I rocked that cap). So maybe I am the opposite of everybody. Maybe I should seek out propped up ladders or chase black cats around. I think I'm on to something.