Last Wednesday, the little birdy sang me a song about my Mental Health Professional Stalker visiting this site that never came true. That’s to be expected because I know that when the little birdy is at the top of his game, his songs of prediction are only ever to be taken as a strong possibility. So, I wasn’t worried about it. However, after having been sick over the past few days with something that seemed to be a bit more than just a sinus infection I finally had to close the window on the little birdy when he started singing about how a twenty-five year old named Cara wanted to date me, a married forty year old named Malinda would be hooking up with me and, “My Mental Health Professional Stalker would be inviting me into her apartment for cookies and coffee some night soon.”
I don’t think the little guy is too happy with me right now. But when He starts spinning crazy tales like this, “What does he expect from me?”
The Time he told me about meeting Mary Bethellen, I did in fact meet a few women named Mary immediately after hearing that song, although I’m doubtful that any of them were a Mary Bethellen. But I will give him credit where it is due.
But this latest business with the coffee and cookies meeting? “I’m thinking the little birdy is a bit under the weather, too.”