Dumb Luck

Candyland

I'm not the least worried that today, Friday the 13th, will be any more fateful than yesterday. I know that the events I consider "bad luck" are really the results of my own clumsiness.
That explains why I fell down the stairs twice wearing the same suspicious shoes. Was it really a surprising twist of fate that the garbage disposer blew up? How many screws and nails can we drop in that thing before it seizes up into paralysis? Was I shocked to find that my brake rotors were groovier that a hit record, or did I neglect to replace the brake pads when they started crying and whining?
Did the toilet back up because of bad luck, or did  that missing Pez dispenser have something to do with it?
I'd like to blame my new candy dispensing machine for exploding in my hands last night, producing a spectacular dance of bouncing Skittles, but I really shouldn't have been carrying it around by the neck. (It was one of the most overwhelming messes I ever made;  the spill happened near a stairway, and the little buggers bounced their way all the way to the basement.)
 So I'm not expecting any bad luck today.  Just dumb luck.