Rick and I drove to Tuscaloosa today to get out of town and hit up a Target. Rick was really dying to go to Target. He heard they had some cute home decor products we might want to add to our decorating arsenal. Unfortunately, I was with him and cut him off. I let him get away with a magazine holder but pried the patterned dishtowels out of his hands.
Anyway, on our way there, I swear we passed three separate psychics advertising their services. Tuscaloosa is only an hour away. I didn't realize there was such a need for psychics in the area. I'm not even sure why you would go to a psychic. Obviously, to see your future. But do you ask questions or do they just tell you how many kids you'll have and when you'll die? Mississippi, I have news for you. You can control how many kids you have; it's called birth control. And everyone dies. I doubt she will give you an exact date. Oh, and why are psychics always women? Women who refer to themselves in the third person, like the infamous Miss Cleo or Mississippi's own Mrs. Faith. At least they are respectful to their selves.
In other exciting Columbus news, it stormed for an entire 24 hours. Lightning, thunder, hail,..the works. Now most of east Columbus is flooded. You think they might have sought out Mrs. Faith's advice before building their houses on low lying land. Hmmmmmmm.
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