Teeny bit of language at the bottom of this post, so ask your toddler to step away from the computer and watch Peppa Pig for a bit…
A lady once told me (and I didn’t even ask her) that my Lifeline was ‘split’. See it? This signified that I would be married more than once.
I really effing hate it when people like that are right.
Apparently our hands say a lot about us.
This one says that I am old enough for the veins to protrude on my hands, even in soft daylight and post-Photoshop. Crap.
This one says that I am a total clutz and burned myself on a hot pan. Double Crap.
This one says that I am too busy for manicures. Crappety Crap.
And this one says that I have finally found love.
Screw that bloody lifeline.
One of the very many submissions to The Gallery’s ‘Family’ theme this week.
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