I accidentally cursed my fiance

(I think she still loves me though)

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About 15 years ago, on a Friday evening when I was in college (back when I still had a Facebook), I posted a seemingly harmless status update:

“Pumped for the weekend.”

Then, I shut my laptop and headed downstairs to rally with some friends for the evening.

The next day, I woke up around 1 in the afternoon with a massive headache, a written notice from the freshman housing association, and a giant metaphorical sack of regret on my chest.

I’ll spare you the details of what happened that night, but I can tell you that I have never, EVER been publicly “pumped” for anything ever since. On very rare occasions, I’m sure I’ve verbally declared being pumped for something (15 years would be a pretty long time without a single slip-up), but for damn certain I’ve never documented it anywhere since.

For the longest time, I thought this curse was mine and mine alone, but yesterday I messed up big time. I wished good fortune on my fiancé, Nicole — in writing — and I think I might have ruined her life.

Here’s what happened.

Usually, we wake up around 630 and have 30 minutes together before we start the day. But yesterday, I woke up at 5 to leave the house…