I've been having problems with my computer for a couple of days. I spent my rare moments of free-time, trying to fix it, while the kiddies watched T.V.
I don't know how they do it! In less than 30 minutes, they destroyed my
After I finished counting to 1,458,297 to calm down. I grabbed my broom to sweep up the mess and restore some order. I was halfway through when I suddenly remembered something very important. An old Mexican wives' tale that my father-in-law always warns me about.
You're not supposed to sweep in the evening. If you do, you will soon become a widow.
I began to worry, because Hubby was away on one of his bike rides. I didn't want to risk Hubby falling and hurting himself.
But then I glanced at my living room and forgot all about the old wives' tale. I wouldn't want Hubby to have a heart attack at the sight of the mess, either. So, I reached for my broom and laughed a bit at how silly I was being. After all, it's not like I'm superstitious.
Then I proceeded to say a quick prayer for Hubby...just to be on the safe side!
What about you? Do you have an old wives' tale to share?
(P.S.) Hubby made it home safely shortly after!