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thebratqueenI'm telling ya, there's a bad moon or planet in the wrong house or something. I just broke a dish via the apparently more complicated than you would give it credit for move of trying to put it away in the cabinet. Which in and of itself really wouldn't be anything to write home about (or here, for that matter) if not for the entire weekend made up of tiny things like that.
My Reiki teacher said something was going on with Venus which opens the floodgates to all kinds of less than happy things. I know nothing about astrology but whatever it is I wouldn't be sorry if it was over now. Er - the Venus thing. I hold no strong viewpoints about whether or not astrology continues on to another day.
After work tonight I'm going to the Jewish deli and I'm getting chicken soup for dinner. I think at this point we can all agree that strong measures are needed. Though if Venus keeps doing its thing, chances are by the time I get to the deli it will be closed. Or out of soup. Or suddenly Catholic.
On a lighter note, there are possibly few things cuter than Luna sticking her tiny head into the small opening in the livingroom window just so she can press her nose up against the screen. I'd take a picture but she just scurried off. Guess she saw something interesting and wanted to watch it on another channel (ie the window in the bedroom) Will you be spammed with kitty pictures once I'm convinced that my Venus-influenced self won't inadvertently blow up the computer or the camera by hooking the two of them up together? Magic 8 ball says: odds are good.
My Reiki teacher said something was going on with Venus which opens the floodgates to all kinds of less than happy things. I know nothing about astrology but whatever it is I wouldn't be sorry if it was over now. Er - the Venus thing. I hold no strong viewpoints about whether or not astrology continues on to another day.
After work tonight I'm going to the Jewish deli and I'm getting chicken soup for dinner. I think at this point we can all agree that strong measures are needed. Though if Venus keeps doing its thing, chances are by the time I get to the deli it will be closed. Or out of soup. Or suddenly Catholic.
On a lighter note, there are possibly few things cuter than Luna sticking her tiny head into the small opening in the livingroom window just so she can press her nose up against the screen. I'd take a picture but she just scurried off. Guess she saw something interesting and wanted to watch it on another channel (ie the window in the bedroom) Will you be spammed with kitty pictures once I'm convinced that my Venus-influenced self won't inadvertently blow up the computer or the camera by hooking the two of them up together? Magic 8 ball says: odds are good.
