Friday 13th

I have no time to write this morning. It is Friday the 13th and my mother's birthday.  I wonder how many times her birthday has fallen on a Friday?  I am guessing around once every seven years but leap year messes that up as do the differing lengths of the months.  Right?  I can't figure it out right now.  I have to visit another factory in another town and don't want to be late.  I have to clean up so the maids can break things.  Shower, etc.  Oh, I'd rather write this morning and tell you about the bad night I experienced last night, the nightmares, the horrors and the dread. . . but you luck out.  So far to go, so much to do.  A factory visit, a mother's birthday, and a trip to the beautician, too.  I've decided on a rather naughty picture for today, something I've taken from the files.  Seems apropos.