Monday, 27 August 2012
A Tale of Two Mirrors
Yesterday something strange happened. I was in the shower moving some stuff and I knocked off the two sided mirror. It hit the ground. The top side looked fine but when I flipped it over it was cracked. I'm just not sure how superstitious I am. We make our own luck mostly. So I get dressed and go in the living room to tell my boyfriend I broke the mirror. We must have had it about ten years. So he tells me, "I broke the mirror in my shower today too." Ok, how fricken weird is that! I'm hoping one mirror cancels out the other. Either that or this cloud of angst that is hanging over us is a catastrophe waiting to happen. Considering the dire straits we are in, I have a really bad feeling about this.