“A farmer traveling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.”
Source: The Lucky Horseshoe
Not to worry, the horseshoe has been righted. I sent the husband a text yesterday saying, "WE HAVE TO FLIP THE HORSESHOE". Thankfully, I married the only person on Earth who thinks that is a normal text message, and by the time I arrived home, the horseshoe had been flipped. Phew! I'm a pretty superstitious person, and nearly drove home in the middle of work when I found out we hung the sucker the wrong way.
I did not want harm to descend upon my farm.
Now I know. Horseshoe is hung like a U.
And as Oprah says, When you know better, you do better. This too applies in horseshoe hanging.
Horseshoe has been righted.
I'm still pretty convinced that in a catastrophe situation, my mother would save our family dog before my sister or myself. Not that she doesn't love us, but she would rationalize that we could run for ourselves, and she should focus on the dog.