Quick! Call the Police!

You've been robbed!


And you probably aren't even aware it happened!

Oh man. I was going to have the best Monday post. The absolute most spell-binding, rivetting, cool post today. But things went awry.

I'm kind of new-age about medical stuff. Sure, I see a regular doctor and all that but I also have a naturopath and have been known to do acupuncture, health regressions and cool open-minded medical things like that.

On Friday I had an appointment with a Cherokee Healer named Lisa. I was kind of disturbed her name was Lisa instead of 'She Who Heals at Dawn' or something.

Don't spit out your coffee like that. It's not very attractive.

So, yea. I was pretty excited about the whole thing.

Part of the 'preparing' stuff for the appointment was no lotion, no deodorant, no jewelry, no hair products, no make-up.

I took my shower like usual, slapped on all the general stuff like always, and then realized I needed to take another shower.

So I did.

I told Mr. Jenny goodbye. He was all kind of weirded out by the whole concept, but hey, it's my health, right? I think he was leary because of the time I went to the little old French lady Healer, but that's another story. (and a good one, too, for another day!)

On my way to the appointment, the healers assistant called me to tell me Lisa had been paged into work for something urgent.

I'm assuming this means the Healer has another job, too, or maybe it was an urgent Healing 911 call. I'm not totally sure about the whole thing.

But now I have to wait to re-schedule the whole Cherokee Healing situation.

Which means you have been robbed of a really good story.

I apologize for this inconvenience.

Sigh...