Adolescent humour. Driving along the forest-lined roads that skirt town, talking to my fifteen year-old daughter, I mention that I have only taken one migraine pill in the past month, a really good run for me, and then I say, "Of course now that I say that I will need to take one tomorrow; better knock on wood." And I rap on the dashboard, gear shift, my head. "No wood anywhere here!" I lament, correcting a slight swerve caused by my search for superstitious safety. "Well," says my daughter, "You almost drove us into the woods, so that should count."
I had to take a migraine pill today. Just saying.
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