So, Kate and I are having dinner at Thai of Athens last night and we are talking about the new barn and bathroom and all that sort of stuff. Then I get my fortune and it is :
So, obviously, I am scared of the barn now. We called my Mom to ask if there were any pets buried under where we built it. She thought at first that Snowball, a cat, might be there but then decided she was somewhere else. I’m not scared of anything named Snowball.
Then she said that it could be the spirit of the kid who tried to burn down the playhouse back there when I was little. I remembered something about this but didn’t remember the kid. She said he lived across the street and always wanted sandwiches. This seemed like a possibility other than the fact that this kid is probably a CPA somewhere or something.
I’m just going to be cautious.
On a related note, we ruled out the bathroom as “the finest structure” because my mother chose the cheapest tile.
On another related note, Susan F. thinks that the evil could be referring to my Britney afghan or even Kate, since she wants to move into the barn.
