Is is still Friday the 13th?

It must be. Seriously.

I've never been one to buy into the 'Friday the 13th' moggly joggly, but the past two days just defy anti-superstition.

Consider the evidence before you, my friends:

- embarking on the trip from Byron to Nimbin - where I was all pumped to present a workshop for women on Life and Laughter - only to have our car break down en route, completely with hubbster and kids in the car. $103.
- running out of credit on our phone. $20.
- finding out - only after we had managed to score a ride back to Bangalow - that Tim had taken it upon himself to keep Caleb entertained by handing him possession of his mobile phone, whereupon Caleb had taken it upon himself to throw it: "IN THE DIRTY GRASS". $80.
- finally scoring a cab ride to Nimbin. $120.
- receiving a phone call from the Passports Office, telling me that one of my photos is damaged, makes me look like I have a scar on my lips and thus my passport has been delayed (again) and I have to bring in new photos ASAP. $14.
- getting back to the workshop to pick up our car, only to find the initial $103 quote didn't quite cover the myriad of turdships in the ocean of our vehicle. $140.
- driving back today to Brisbane, only to break down. In the middle of nowhere. Again. $100.
- being mid crisis-call, only to have our phone run out of credit. Again. $20.
- realising that our car is now completely foo-bahed, not worth fixing and thereby paying a tow-truck driver to bring us all back to Brisbane. $200.

But being able to blog about it and thus open the possibility of the past two days of pain being tax-deductible?

Priceless.