Knocking on wood

I've been a bit of a "knock on wood" addict lately.

"Oh, Felix is taking a good nap. Knock on wood."

Not only do I say the words, I physically knock on wood. I always thought knocking on wood was a pretty good insurance policy.

Felix caught a plaguerific (new word!) cold when we returned from our trip to South Dakota. Chainsaw caught it next. I had a bit of a scratchy throat and was a sneeze machine, but then I went and said this:

"I seem to be fighting this cold better than you guys. Knock on wood."


And let me tell you friends, knocking on wood is not always the best insurance policy. In this case I should have supplemented the knocking with vitamin C and herbal tea. Alas, I am achy, and my brain weighs 83 pounds, most of which is snot.

Oy!