Today we ran to Patina (the store that every girl loves and every man hates) to get some early Christmas shopping done. Except that whenever I go into Patina, I find great gifts for others, and a gazillion wonderful things that *I* want. This was among the first of such items.
Many of you know how I have very vivid, and often violent, dreams. I picked up this book to check on the meaning of my dream earlier in the week — the one where I was being mauled by tigers and wolves. First I looked up tiger: This yielded nothing. Next? Wolves. Do you know what this book says wolves in your dreams mean? FINANCIAL DISTRESS IS IN YOUR FUTURE.
Needless to say, I decided not to spend my money on the book. And I put back a few other things as well. Frankly, I’m stunned they allow such fortunes inside Patina. Especially right at the fingertips of journalists whose place of employment announced newsroom layoffs in the next 30-60 days. We’ll see if I can sleep at all tonight. (And this would make a great xmas gift for me btw. Especially since I won’t be able to afford it pretty soon. HINT. HINT.)