I was talking to my Pisces pal again today. She got off to a bad start this morning, but by early evening she’d gotten some good news.
“All right!” I said. “You got some water in your pool, girl!”
“About a foot, anyway. You have water up to your knees.” I laughed. “Not so good, but better than yesterday.”
“If my butt weren’t so big, I could sit down in my floaty and float away. But it is big so I’ll just hit the bottom.”
“Yeah. It’s not quite enough water to go floating. You’re going to have to wait for more. And then there are and X and Y.” I named two people in her life, currently threatening. “They’re like storm clouds. They are black clouds, circling.”
“Yep. And they say, look! She’s standing in water. Let’s send lightning!” she chirped.
We laughed long and hard.
“My life is a cartoon,” she said. “This could be a cartoon strip.”
I didn’t answer that because she’s right.
Is your life a cartoon?