I'm a big believer in signs, you know, something happens and you believe that random action is a sign for something else. Last Sunday when we got in the car to go to breakfast, the first song we heard was "Paperback Writer." (The college station does a Beatles show every Sunday.) The dh just looked at me, knowing what day it was, and shook his head.

For Christmas, JoAnn gave me a tiger's eye bracelet for luck. I wear it religiously every day, and you know, it's working. But Cindi's husband was talking about The Devil (my old principal) and I gestured to make him stop (She's a bit like Beetlejuice, if you say her name, she shows up) and my bracelet shot off my hand and shattered. I can restring it, but I've been a bit desperate this week without it ;)

Do you believe in signs?

I'm off to work. Yes, on a Saturday. Remember the ice storm the week of MLK? We're making up one of the days today and the next one the Monday after Easter. At least we only have to stay till one. I'm taking three new CDs to blare, and I'm wearing my regular Saturday clothes - yoga pants and t-shirt.