Ping all the folks on the big list.
I spent money I didn’t really have and called a pet finder psychic.
She was getting odd signals and referred me to the perfect guy who specializes in lost animals and people.
Alice is “in a piece of furniture”, “NOT hungry”, “not someplace warm” and most infuriating of all, “VERY, VERY HAPPY” with himself.
[as I slowly fall apart]
He’s also “not aware that I’m looking for him”.
[it’s good to know where I stand in his reptilian little universe] :(
He told me he would come out but not ‘any time soon’.
He couldn’t ‘call him out’ because unlike smart mammals, snakes have an IQ of -5.
Their existence is eat, sleep, poop.
[pretty much sums it up]
I’d be skeptical if he hadn’t, out of the clear blue sky, asked me who “the brown haired man he saw near me” was.
[hubby]
He asked “what’s up with his business?”
[what?!? we’re talking snakes!]
I said it was tanking due to the economy and he said hubby was ‘being investigated by someone’ [Eeeeek!!! Alphabet agencies? No.] and before summer was over, that someone was going to show up and a lot of money would be involved and the psychic was “very happy about that.”.
What just happened to me?
I called about the snake!
Both psychics referred often to “God” and “prayers” so I don’t feel uncomfortable with that even though it’s something I don’t really “do”.
Any thoughts?
[~before~ I take this pry bar and hammer to the pieces of furniture that have yet to be ripped apart]