The Psychic Said

Last Saturday I went to a psychic fair. They have one around here every four or five months. Usually I just get a book or tarot deck, or maybe a couple of crystals. This time I decided to splurge. My birthday is the beginning of next month, so I was going to get something special. I was going to get a necklace or ring or something, but didn't really like any of them. I finally decided to get a tarot reading, just for fun. They are expensive, $30, but I had the money and nothing else caught my eye. Here is the exciting future the psychic told me about.

I am going to move, either in a couple of months, or much later. Hmm, that probably applies to 90% of the human population of this planet.

She could tell I have pets, and even knew they were dogs. I think that probably applies to 40% or 50% of the population. She said I am going to get another dog. Sounds possible. She also said I am going to get a horse. Although I wrote about getting a horse as bubonic plague insurance, I don't really think that is going to happen.

She said my husband was going to change occupations, which he is thinking about, but she said he was going to go into construction, which is as likely as him taking up brain surgery. She also said he is going to start doing more of the cooking around the house. I don't know if that is possible. He already does about 99% of the cooking. Just about the only thing I cook around here is microwaved popcorn. I do bake cookies every now and then, and maybe once a month I cook dinner. Well, maybe once every other month.

Every now and then I'm doing something and remember some pearl of wisdom the psychic told me. Half of my sentences seem to start with "the psychic said...."