Oh, man, I have Patch weekend duty! Thanks Lisa, for jinxing my much-needed days "off." I might not have friggatriskaidekaphobia, but I've got 'frigga' something. I'll be in a fetal position for the rest of the day to avoid my biggest fear -- overexposure to donuts. Especially the ones at Kensington donuts. I better go up there now for more "coffee."

In true weird whitney fashion, I LOVE Friday the 13th and I've had some good luck on those days. The last warm-weather Friday the 13th that I remember, May 2008, I received two job offers and spent a flawless evening dining and dancing with friends in New York. (The cold-weather Friday the 13ths, where you're huddled in your apartment for warmth, obviously don't count in my mind.) It may be tempting fate, but I have high hopes for decent weather and fun tonight, too.

Aside from the occasional picking up of a penny or the blowing of an eyelash, I'm not very superstitious. Some members of my family can't help themselves with superstitions, though. From right-side-up horseshoes to wearing green on St. Paddy's Day, my father, aunts and uncles don't like to tempt the universe...

I'm not superstituous, but I think Friday the 13th is cool opportunity for everyone to let their hair down and have fun. I'll be performing tonight with one of my bands in a garage that was converted into a venue on a farm with quite a few other bands. That's my kind of Friday the 13th, although it will technically be Saturday the 14th by the time we hit the stage.

I think the only thing that really freaks me out about Friday the 13th is the movie (Friday the 13th). I saw it when I was very young (too young mom!) and to this day the music and image of a man in a hockey mask (wielding an axe of course) put me over the edge.

I would be knocking on wood right now if I weren't busy throwing salt over my shoulder and avoiding the ladder in front of my entryway. I never THINK I am superstitious, but when something like Friday the 13th comes around, I do hold my breath and hope for the best. My daughter, a soccer player, knocks her fists against her head (OW!) and my son, a protestant tennis player, crosses himself before a match. Go figure!

No superstitions here. Just an unnatural fear of large black crickets. I have a feeling telling this to the world is going to come back and get me some day.

Speaking of being put over the edge, the photo of the cats is kind of freaking me out.

I don't mean to sound overwrought, but I am resigned to the fact that I have some terrible luck. A sheet of ice fell off a roof and totaled my car. I've actually boarded a flight that switched its gate last minute and wound up in Massechusetts (not my final destination). My degree was lost in the mail for 9 months. I'll always get the "defective" debit card or cable modem. Nevertheless, none of these things have happened on Friday the 13th, so here's to pushing my luck.

I decided to take my driver's license test on Dec. 13, 1996—a Friday. I decided that all I needed to do was pass the test on that day, and I'd know for the rest of my life that there was clearly nothing wrong with Friday the 13th. I passed my test, and have been free of Friday-the-13th fear ever since.

I've always avoided black cats crossing my path. Ironically, a cat broke one of my mirrors a few months back. Does that me seven years bad luck for me or the cat?

I love Friday the 13th! I met my husband on the Friday the 13th before valentine's day and that was also the anniversary of my parents first date!

black cats get a bad rap. They are just as lovable as other cats and haven't brought me any bad luck. From Sanctuary of hope's website .....

The top ten reasons to adopt a black cat:
10. You'll save $$ on their Halloween costumes.
9. You can always find them in the snow.
8. Holding a black cat is very slimming.
7. Black cats will match any decor.
6. A lint brush isn't required for a black-tie affair.
5. When you love a black cat, luck is on your side.
4. Black cats are like onyx, a beautiful gem.
3. Hey, they don't care what color you are!
2. Love knows no color.
And the number one reason to adopt a black cat...
1. They are the least likely to be adopted.

The seven-years-of-bad-luck curse after breaking a mirror has always made me wonder. If I count back the years from the two times I broke one, I can see some pattern of misfortune. And about black cats—I've had two of them, and haven't noticed any bad luck from that. And they crossed my path many times!

Thirteen is a baker's dozen, the number of diners at the Last Supper, the number of turns in a hangman's noose, and the age at which a Jewish youth can serve in a minyan. You can cut a bagel into 13 pieces with three slices. I'm not superstitious, knock on wood. And if I had hair, I would let it down and have fun today.

Chelsea -- I'm a cat lover and I love black cats. I had one as a child who was so, so sweet, I will never forget her. And my kitty at home is mostly black with some orange, and she rocks. :)