Wishful Thinking...

I received this email today from astrology.com. Their horrorscopes never really work for me. My Mother was an astrologer. She once told me that I was supposed to be born around November 7th or so. I was born eight weeks too early and entered this world as a 4 lb. September baby.

Anyhow, my mother once told me I should read the Scorpio horoscopes rather than the Virgo ones because of my intended due date. Neither work well. If I resonate with any pseudo-personality profile, I'd say that it is the sign of Pisces. So that's what I read.

Always do whatever works for you.

Below is the email that I received. I'm on a mailing list for folksy superstitious wishing rituals. I can tell you right now that this wish ritual does not work.

Nope...

Start of Email:


Dear S.,

Here is your Daily Wish for Saturday, November 29:


Should you spot a man wearing a kilt in some country other than Scotland, make a wish. If you can manage to touch the kilt, your chances of the wish coming true are enhanced.

End of Email.

Several years ago, a former beau paraded around in one of those outfits and I made a wish. It was shortly after we broke things off. I always thought he was parading his hot legs around just to make me miss him.

Part of me still believes that, too....

As he floated past me, I made my wish.

Well, it didn't come true.

Nope.

I know this because I didn't get the chance to, ahem, "enhance the chances" of my wish coming true.

Oh, well....

I wasn't wearing a blue ribbon that day, anyway.....