Tonight I had a girl’s night out, which is usually a pretty rare event.  This week I had two Bunco nights and then this Palm reader night, so I actually appeared to have a social life.  It seems like everything always happens at once.  Anywhoo… 

One of my girlfriends is a creative and lovely woman that has had her palm read by “Katarina” and found out she did parties.  How cool is that?  Everyone brings a dish to pass at one person’s house and we all get our palm’s read for $25 each.  A fun, different night out and “Katarina” makes out like a bandit with 20 women paying her for readings.

What was in my future?

First off, she was pretty dead on with my personality, with a few exceptions.  I’m creative with an analytical side, a perfectionist, emotional, get along well with many different types of people, and I never think I do good enough.  Pretty true.  Where she was off was that she saw a little bit of rebel in me.  ME??  I guess I wouldn’t mind being a little bit rebel, but I’m too much of a worrier to go through with rebelious type of stuff.  If I were a rebel I’m pretty sure I would be a rebel with an ulcer because I would be stressing out about all of my rebel activities. 

The other thing she said got me a little worried.  She asked if I had any kids, and I said I had two. 

Katarina: “Do you want anymore?”, as she turns my hands in every which direction and furrows her brow.

Me: “Ummm…not really.  Pretty sure we are done.”

Katarina:  “Well it looks like you might have one more.  Do you have any permanent precautions in place?  It looks like there’s a little girl waiting to come out soon.  If you don’t take some measures I see a little girl in 12-18 months.”

Me: “Uh…okay.  Well, nothing’s permanent yet.”

Katarina: “You really NEED to take precautions if you don’t want another child.”

Me: “Uh…okay.” 

Really??  A precious little baby is waiting to come out??  Is there also a lottery ticket waiting to be bought that is waiting to be won, because that’s about the only way we can afford another kid.  At this point I start tearing up because I’m a hormonal (basketcase) mother that is imagining holding another precious little baby.  Of course, another friend had her newborn at Bunco last night, so the loins are a aching for one of those sweet little bundles.

Then, my mind starts taking over…daycare…minivan…college education…POOR HOUSE. 

*sigh*  Maybe that lottery ticket will come through. 😉