My Lady taught me this.:
If, on the first day of the month, the first thing you say out loud is "Rabbit Rabbit" then you'll have good luck the whole month long.
You can try to remember to say it when you wake up, you can cheat and leave yourself a note, or you can stay up until midnight and sneak it in before you fall asleep. Doesn't matter.
I've never once remembered to do it. I just now realized that it was September 1st when I saw the date on someone else's blog. I think the first thing that I said this morning was "Fuck off, you stupid moron."
To the cat, that is. Not to Himself. Though I won't pretend I haven't thought it.
The only time we've ever managed to pull "Rabbit Rabbit" off was this past New Year's Eve. I made sure with my Lady that it counted if you stayed up, I checked with her that saying it on New Year's meant good luck throughout the year, not just the month, and then Johnny and I drank a lot of coffee and bounced around with one eye on the clock.
At midnight, I opened the front door and he opened the back (a tradition he brought from Ireland, to let the old and ugly spirits out) and we shouted "RABBIT! RABBIT!" out into the cold.
And just look how well that worked out for us...
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Rabbit Rabbit
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Rabbits are funny. I always heard that saying "black rabbits" to someone was to bring them bad luck. OR to ward off a sneeze. I never can remember which.
So, when I go to my brother's bball games, I always black rabbit the other team's shots. Also I black rabbit people who look like they are going to sneeze. But, only people I don't like.
I want to be Safe, and Love the people I like. To them? I just say, "God bless yo ass".
If I ever DO get married again? It will almost certainly be to you. So get ready.
Ooh, ooh, you and me and Johnny and BH could buy houses next door to each other and share a big backyard just like on Big Love. And Johnny and BH can be a band. And my best real-friend Charlie can be our third sister-wife. Except also the Dirty Jobs guy has to come...
Sweet! The communal lifestyle has always appealed to me. Though I will have to have MY best real friend, Chris come too! And, her husband, The Stever, would have to come as well. He'd starve without her. Really. The experience would knock him off his socks!
Ummm? Does that mean that YOUR secret dirty boyfriend has to be MY husband? (As usual stick me with the gay guy…allegedly.) Cuz, not sure I am gonna share if that's the case.
"Rabbit rabbit!"...I remember that from a Nancy Drew book that I read a million, million years ago...and that's the only place I've ever heard of it.
I used to work with a guy who was part of a communal lifestyle... In fact, I believe that he was located up in MA... Hmmm...
Oh. My. I grew up on Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, but none of my family has any recollection of its origins. I've finally trained my husband on this, but he has never heard of such a thing from anyone else and he thought it might be a family invention. Thank you so much for vindicating me! Must go and Google Nancy Drew and rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.
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