7/13/2025 Sunday The 13th Story...

I’ve become something of a legend with funny things and awkward situations over the years.

Take a few years ago, for instance. I had bought my late husband for one of his birthday a "Billy Bass" rubber mounted fish that sang. After his death I thought that I probably needed to pitch it.

Problem is, I’m a pack rat.

I have every card and letter my husband and I have ever exchanged stashed in boxes around the house.

The Billy Bass was on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. There are other boxes up there, too, filled with stuff.

I have promptly forgot about all of it.

After I moved back to my lake house, I was in bed one night when I froze in horror, after hearing Billy Bass song belt out from the closet.

I pulled myself out of the bed and braved the unknown.

I could not find that silly fish plague.

It must had fallen off the shelf!

I couldn’t find it anywhere.

The next morning, around 8:30 a.m., the music played again. “ Don't worry, Be Happy!"

I had combed through the closet to find my morning outfit & I must have overlooked the thing the night before between some hangers.

Talk about the gift that keeps on giving. Fortunately, the music plays slower each time I pushed the button, clearly running out of battery juice.

I could not get the battery compartment open so I just hoped it wore out before I did.

Strange Things Do Happen...

Nana