You know I love Vegas. You know I love the pussy posse. But, who ever thought the two would meet in perfect harmony? Stephanie let me know I have inspired the shirts for a friend's bachelorette party in Vegas this year (Pussy Posse 2011). Going to have to get some pictures of that one. Thanks for the Stylish Blogger Award too!
Moving on…I don’t know why I get so hung up on fortunes. You know the ones from the cookies. It’s not like they’re the gospel or anything, but I always take them as some sort of an omen. From yesterday’s lunch:
What do you take this to mean? Good or bad news? The only significant news I have this week is coming from my MRI on Thursday. Technically I don’t get the news until next week when I see my doc.
Naw, it has nothing to do with the MRI. It probably just means I’ll get news that that really was a turd on the bottom of the pool or that the toilet really is clogged for good.
I covered up Lucky’s non-existent eye with the fortune for some luck.
I put it on my forehead for good vibes.
Speaking of fortunes, did you ever play that game “Between the Sheets"?
The deal with the game is that you take whatever fortune you get, read it, and add “between the sheets after.” For example – “This week you will be able to handle whatever comes your way between the sheets.” That’s what she said. Sounds like fun. More fun than a stupid MRI anyway. However, it didn’t seem appropriate to play yesterday at PF Changs since it was just me and the kids. So we played spin the bottle and quarters instead.
Are you superstitious about stuff?
Handling whatever comes my way,