Me: “We can’t do it on Sunday. I’m going to the Cubs game.”
She: “Oh, then it’s no problem. The game will rain out on Sunday.”
Me: “Don’t say that.”
She: “It’s supposed to start tonight and rain, rain, rain all weekend long. You won’t be going to a game.”
Me: “Don’t say that!”
She: “No really, according to weather.com you’re screwed. You may as well not plan on it.”
Me: “You’ve jinxed the game!”
She: “It’s not my fault! I just report the weather, I don’t write it.”
Me: “Yes, but you reported it THREE times. That’s a whammy!”
She: “So you didn’t want me to say that?”
Me: “I’m just sayin’.”
