When I am about to go on a trip, I go into full-fledged anxiety mode. Under my fat hair, my brain is in overdrive thinking of everything that can go wrong that will lead to A LOOMING DISASTER. When somebody asks me if I’m excited about my upcoming travels, I’ll say oh yes can’t wait, but my smile says root canal. By the time I get into the car to go to the airport, I am fine because my brain has finally worn itself out.
The night before we left for Mexico I had a dream. A shopkeeper I know who was so horrible with customers that her employees rarely let her out of the back room, was putting “locator pins” in my neck so in case I got lost I could be tracked. There were 19 of them………three large the rest small. She put them in by first boring a hole with an electric drill and then inserting each pin into the hole. The big ones? They kinda hurt.
I related my dream to The Big Daddy in the morning and he said, “Sheesh. Do you ever do anything thinking you’ll have a good time?” Eventually Obi-Wan-Kenobi, eventually. We chuckled over my freak night and I got some coffee and the paper.
This was my horoscope…………
You might want to rethink a decision, even if you thought it was a good one. Someone around you could be explosive and quite different than he or she usually is. Tonight: Head home.
Aye carumba.
