King of the Word

You spoke out.
Sure it made others laugh, but that little old lady in the corner cried.

It's easy to be the bully when the person you are pushing around walks with a cane and a couple aspirin. [I know because I used to work in a rest home, but the funny thing is, I'd wake up the old folks about two thirty in the morning to sing old war songs and Indian leg wrestle. ]

Anyway, back to your psychic reading -

You smell funny today. You always look funny, but today, the smell. . .

You have not embarked on any great mission for at least six months, and it is time to start writing down a game plan.

No, use the blue ink.

You have endorsed candidates for failure and corruption.

You have not stood up to those who have sat next to you.

You have not called on the forces that gave you their phone number just last week.

BUT, (and it is a big but)

You have seen through the muck and the shucks enough to play the blame game.

Congrats, on your new jacket.

Make sure you don't leave it on the back of a wooden chair at a nice coffee spot you've only been to twice (the barista actually likes the coat and it won't end up in the lost and found, if you know what I mean).

Best wishes and

OOH, I almost forgot. . . BUY all the 'Acts of God' insurance you can buy.

I know you will have a great day (except for you, Phil, wear your running shoes today, not that they will help you much),

PSychicblogger