The Number 13
We have 13 days left… I hate that number! It’s no wonder hotels skip that level, airplanes bypass straight from 12 to 14 and that Friday the 13th is haunted!
Everyone. Hates. 13. And especially I today.
We have 13 days left to make our mark but more than that, we have 13 days left to ravish in the mark these people have made on us. 13 more nights to dance until all the water has been drained from our bodies, 13 days for the boys to utterly destroy us in fútbol (while making fun of us along the way, of course), 13 more mornings of waking up to freshly cut bread, 13 more...