I stubbed a barefoot toe on the curb the other afternoon. Maybe I cracked it or something. Lost a little flesh, not so much that I’d notice, but the toe is black and blue now, at least in places.
Which didn’t interfere with fishing on Monday morning. Or catching a fish.
Nope, no picture, just caught one. Decent fish, but not a keeper. As if.
Ambled off into the night sky to meet a Pisces, not that Pisces, the other sweet Pisces. While I was waiting, I did the “what’s your birthday” routine with the crew working at the time. Leo, Sagittarius, and Libra. What caught my attention was the 11/28 Sagittarius. Get your mind out of the gutter. Same date as mine, therefore, a 6 degree Sagittarius Sun. End of similarities, but fun, nonetheless. I like collecting Sagittarius charts – makes for interesting research.
Pa Wetzel called, while I was tossing a lure in the lake, long after the Sun, Mars and Saturn had set. He was just checking in, and he wanted to let me know, as a result of this week’s Scorpio scope, Ma Wetzel was not talking to me.
“I never said that,” she hollered in the background.
I explained that there are two theories about arguing with women. Neither way works, either. So, for the record, she never really said that. But I didn’t make it up, either.
