Threes

There's a common belief that bad things happen in threes.

Last night we received the phone call late, my sister miscarried. Sigh. I feel so bad for her. She really wanted this baby and now, well, she's going to have to wait. Patience is not one of the better character traits of our family. Physically she's o.k. Psychologically, well, that's a different story.

This morning the room mate had an accident on his way to work. It must not have been too bad because he still went to work. But from the sounds of it his car is in pretty bad shape.

I have a sneaking suspicion about the third but I don't want to say anything, for fear that is may come true.

Happy freaking Monday.