no sense of humor

Some Scorpio bankers apparently have no sense of humor. Of course, I have no sense of humor about a misplaced deposit. Been almost 60 days now. And life rolls forward — new bank, I hope. I heard something truly amusing during a reading yesterday afternoon, another local psychic had suggested that I try to sleep with all my clients. If I had been offended, or worried, it would indicate there was some truth in the statement — or I wouldn’t have even made note of it here. Seems a little unethical to me. Worried? Upset? That’s like one psychic who kept “seeing” me moving to another town. Yeah, right. Internecine back biting doesn’t give a nice picture of the “love and light” community, that’s for sure. So I giggled about it all. That’s right up there with the taking one’s self too seriously. I started writing horoscopes because the ones I read weren’t based in reality, or were too staid and conservative. Or too cute. Did I mention I hate switching banks? Especially when it’s a forced move because of repeated errors? “But computers never make mistakes.” Today: suits and airports. To really fulfill my role as a suit, I suppose I’ve got to go and find some little old ladies to run over. Right, run over old ladies and sleep with clients. I got one e–mail pretty high on the weird factor late last night, while noodling around on the web. Some son of the south [sign: Libra] was irritated at my spelling of “ya’ll.” I prefer, “Ya’ll” instead of the more grammatically correct “y’all.” My reasoning is pretty simple, it has to do with pronunciation. Local dialect sounds more like ya’ll than y’all. Just sort of the way it is. I did take great pains to point out that the spelling was not done to iritate this one particulr correspondent. In other words, I wasn’t doing it to piss him off.