superstitions

In Ireland there is a superstition about magpies. They're regarded as bearers of news:

One's for sorrow
Two's for joy
Three's a girl
Four's a boy

If you see only one magpie, you have to wave at it, like you're waving bye-bye to sorrow. It reminded me of another counting superstition that my mom's old Canadian boyfriend taught me about sneezing:

One's a wish
Two's a kiss
Three's a letter
Four is something better

I wonder if there are a lot more of these little rhymes. If you, sweet readers, know of any, will you post them in the comments? I like them.

Unrelatedly, I am going to a wedding tonight. Dateless. WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I MADE THIS DECISION??? WHO GOES TO A WEDDING DATELESS??? It only hit me yesterday that this is a TERRIBLE idea, but by then it was too late. I tried to rope Mikey into going with me, but I sorta felt like a creep asking so late in the game, and besides, he has plans. Just now I was lamenting to my friendly barista Rachael, and she offered to be my date. But then I called around and figured out there is assigned seating at the reception and bringing someone might be weird. So I guess I'm going solo. My sneaking suspicion is that I will be seated next to my arch nemisis Joe C. People think it's funny to force us to socialize even though they know we are enemies.

Weddings are dumb.