Friday, December 18, 2015

Wish (less) Bone

When I was cleaning the kitchen on Monday, I noticed three wishbones that we had saved from rotisserie chickens.

I decided that Jeff and I needed some luck and I figured that one of us would win each try and maybe get a little lift.

I was wrong. On our first attempt, Jeff and I each ended up with only a small part of the bone, no wish included.

We just looked at each other with our stubby wishbones.

They were symbolic of all our recent bad luck.

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