Lucky Number Seven

Newscasts and newspapers were full of stories on Saturday about it being 7/7/07. It was supposed to be a day that brought luck. Couples flocked to the alter by the thousands hoping it would mean happily ever after or that at least the husband would remember the anniversary date!
Well, I don't know about you, but seven must not be my lucky number. Saturday wasn't all that lucky for me. First off, I passed a kidney stone Saturday - I don't count that little gem as a lucky charm! Yes, another joy brought on by pregnancy. The stones are actually something the father could experience, I wonder why they can't take on that for us during pregnancy? (Probably because we wouldn't be able to put up with their whining about it.) :) Then we decided to go out for a date that night. Now that was pretty lucky - a night out with no one spilling, spitting or complaining about their dinner. Well, ten minutes into our date, we had a wreck! It wasn't too bad, but of course, we had raised the deductible to $1,000 in May. Again, lucky. (note: hubby isn't lucky either, he was driving and got a ticket!)
Anyway, I hope you all had better luck on Saturday! I'm off to the car rental place...