Freaky Friday Follies

It's 8 am and the house is quiet. I've just sent all 4 of my children off to school.
The house talks to me through its creaking doors and whispering curtains, taunting me in melodicly eerie silence.
"You do know what day it is, don't you, Carissa?"
"Well, I hadn't thought about it."
"It's Friday the 13th. It's 107* outside. And you remember what happened last Friday the 13th, don't you?"
Memories of nearly crashing 3 freakish times on my way to get some shopping done in Sherman flood my brain.
"How could I forget?"
"Just go back to bed." This time it's the bed speaking to me. "Forget your workout, you can do that tomorrow. Forget your Walmart trip, it can wait. Just go slip back into my warm arms and cover your pretty little head with the sheets and spend today here in Slumberland instead of there in boring old Raw Reality-ville."
I was almost lulled into the trance the bed was intertwining around my mind, much like how Kaa tried to entrance Mowgli.
But luckily, I have a stubborness unmatched by even the most persistent mule. My own inner Bagheera.
"No! I must go. I have errands that need running and weights that need lifting."
So, running and lifting I went.
The lifting went without a hitch. However, upon leaving the gym, my Jeep decided to be naughty and not let me know that I was backing into a truck parked at an odd angle behind me. My Jeep has rear sensors with an alarm that alerts me when I am within 2 feet of something.
What I would normally hear, (on any other day but Friday the 13th), is a mousey "Beeeeeeeep!", and it continues until I move away from the unsuspecting person, animal or inanimate object.
Instead, what I heard was "Thud!" followed by the light "poof" sound of my head hitting the headrest, then "beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!"
Thanks for nothing. There was only one vehicle in that parking lot that was parked in the only angle that the senors on my Jeep couldn't detect, and lo and behold, if I don't find it!
*Sigh*
I still have my errand.
Wal-Mart.
All I need is 2 ink cartridges for my computer and some paper. I run in and grab those items plus a few more that I remembered I needed upon seeing and grabbed those, too. When I checked out, the cashier looked at me and said flatly, "$99.76."
I was hungry after my workout and was anxious to get home and ravenously raid my fridge. So, despite the fact that the price sounded a bit steep, I bolted out of the store wanting to get home before any other freakish accidents occurred.
I pulled up into my driveway, and a nagging voice told me to check the receipt. For the record, I was going to anyway. I pulled it out and what do I find? I've been charged for three, not two, $27 ink cartridges.
Oh, nuh-uh.
I have to return them right then and there or they'll likely not refund my money, claiming I've already used one. And who doesn't notice a $27 overcharge on their bill?
Me, on Friday the 13th.
So, all the way back to Wal-Mart I go and get my refund.
I pull up to the house the second time. I think about walking inside, but am not in the mood to hear the I-told-you-so's chanting from my bedroom.
But, alas, it's Friday the 13th and I have to gear up for school traffic in a couple hours - a nightmare of epic porportions in and of itself.
So, I made up with the bed for not listening to it in the first place and accepted the round trip ticket to Slumberland.
However, I only staved off the day for a few hours. There are still 7 1/2 more to survive....