Friday, December 13, 2013

A True Physic, for when misery follows you like a shapow.


 
Many years ago I found this under my windshield wiper. Mrs. Della must have known that someday I would have a blog, and would be looking for something light-hearted to post towards the end of the year. When I found this, I was in graduate school; my dissertation advisor was so tickled by the idea of a true physic that he sputtered his coffee into his beard. Then he taught me how to read palms and Tarot cards. I never did call her.

Remember to wear your shapow, because it's cold out there.