Today is a double dose of Lucky, hold the luck, for this girl. It’s Fat Tuesday and Day 13 of my man-cleanse..Damn, it’s too bad I didn’t buy that lottery ticket. Aren’t I just dropping balls all over the place? My sexual innuendo has also reached an all time high on this supposedly auspicious day. I mean, I literally said something about Rob Cesternino being a ginger below the belt on his podcast tonight. *Cringe* As if I would even have a clue! He’s a great guy and all, but I have a rule against going after or getting involved with married men. Messing with that is just bad juju. Don’t do it, ladies.
Let me give it to you straight. I’m cracking here, guys. Mama’s on a scavenger hunt for that little toy she packed away about a week ago. Any ideas as to where that may be? I’m so desperate at this point, I’m thinking of making an emergency call to one of those psychic dowsers I read about in a Reader’s Digest 9 years ago. They use telekinetic powers to find lost things, like vintage flutes and autographed baseballs. One of those professionals could surely find my little bullet. If any of you have a good dowser, please let me know ASAP.
Your kind assistance is much appreciated.
Day 13: Not so Lucky.