Horoscopic

I went onto the family website and found the photo. It really is CREEPY. Old Bathsheba was a hatchet-faced woman whose lacy collar appears to be devouring her chin. Her pale eyes follow you, but that's not the creepy part. She's got this severe, thin-lipped look, but superimposed across her face, barely visible, is a hideous rictus of a grin.

You know how, with old photos, they had to expose the shot longer? Sometime during the taking of her portrait, Bathsheba flashed that ghoulish grin for a few seconds, and it was imprinted into the photo forever.

Brrrrrrr.

I don't like looking at the photo, but I have to if I'm gonna make this curse work. So I've been staring at creepy old Bathsheba for fifteen minutes. My head's starting to hurt.

Okay, that should be enough bad karma to affect my luck today. Off to work!

Or not. My car won't start. Well, well, the bad luck is beginning already! I'll try the bus.

I didn't quite make it to the bus stop in time. Drat, now I'll be late. I could just walk to work...it'll take about twenty minutes. If I wait for the next bus, it'll take about the same. I'll be late either way, so it's up to me how I want to go about being late.