I am sick. I rarely get sick but when are wearing strappy shoes, a sleeveless dress and the only thing you have to cover yourself is a year 2000 pashmina and you are outside by a lake, that is what happens--you get sick.
Future Brides of America: I beg of you, if you must have an outdoor wedding, please let your guests know to dress for the weather OR have your wedding a warmer month!
That's all I ask. I know it's Texas and all, but we have been here long enough to know the weather is not predictable and changes all day long.
I have to admit I had fun stocking up on medicinal needs for my recovery at Walgreens. I got TheraFlu, Halls, Tylenol Cold/Flu, this month's Glamour, and a curse.
Uhm hmm, you read right. I now have a curse on me. As I was leaving the drug store, a bum (is that politically correct?) stopped me and asked for change. I hardly carry cash on me, let alone change and when I do, I am selfish and use it for the Tollway. Sad, but true. I told him no because in this particular instance, I really had no change on me. He then got down on his knee and started chanting...WTF? I tried to walk around him because I thought he was praying to God for money, a house, or a job. He followed me to my car. OK--this is Dallas and we are ranked one of the highest crime cities, so I am definitely scared.
"You are now cursed" He told me and looked me straight in the eyes, then screamed "Booyala"--or something to that effect. (no joke) As I scurried in my car and drove off he kept staring me down. Should I be worried? Tomorrow will I wake up homeless? No, right? or maybe I would just wake up sicker than I was yesterday. If anyone has any remedies for lifting curses, please put it in the box below---quickly.