Lucky 13

Friday the 13th does not scare nor bug me. However, this past Friday the 13th certainly made itself known. First off, did you know that this will be the only Friday the 13th we have this whole year? And when Steve and I had a few minor mishaps with our anniversary trip (nothing we couldn't shrug our shoulder at, or at least get over very quickly) we definitely spooked ourselves a teeny tiny bit when we noticed that our hotel room was on the 13th floor. But the biggest annoyance of Friday the 13th? It definitely had to be when Blogger shut down and lost everyone's latest post. I really hope they find and restore my latest post, because it was a tribute to my siblings and their awesomeness, and I just don't think I have it in me to recreate it. I'm crossing my fingers!

On a good note about the 13th: Steve and I flew up to Boise, stayed at the lovely Grove Hotel, ate a long and leisurely meal at The Melting Pot (and we had the place to ourselves, as they had just opened for lunch time this week) and was served impeccably by the very attentive Hunter, and then we went to see the play, "Wicked." Incredible as it may seem, I have never seen this play. I bought tickets on KSL.com and so, being Friday the 13th, I was definitely saying my prayers and crossing my fingers that we didn't get ripped off. I loved the play, the humor, the music, the energy of the show, the crazy costumes (Lady GaGa inspired). What a wonderful way to celebrate being married for 25 years to my darling man. I am lucky.