The Bad-Luck Streak

I'm not normally superstitious, but I think my family is cursed.

I was waiting for my Dad to pick me up from my physio session today when he called saying that I had to find my way home using transit. Dad got into a major car accident pulling into the physio's parking lot.

Good news is that he seems to be doing fine. Bad news is that my father tends to make light of everything. He even refused not only my mother's assistance, but my own as well. He's already making several of the mistakes that I did, post-collision. Stubborn man. I know where I get that from!

If I get more news I will share. In the meantime, I suggest everyone stay away from my family members who offer you a ride. We need some new mojo.