I don't have any runic advice for today: the MIA wallet, lunar eclipse, and ceaseless travel have worn me out! I can't even blame it on a tasty distraction. Oh well.
I can, however, wish a faithful friend a new hairdresser (I loved the negativity post from Nancy, didn't you?) and a sincere wish the new requested meal is better than the last. If it returns to meatballs, I hope the return is a mutual love. If it returns to fried chicken, these things I wish: 1) it isn't a repeat dinor; 2) it has better sides (green beans or maux choux isn't too much to ask, is it?) and 3) if it is a repeat dinor, I hope it is in a 5-star restaurant which you own, decorated as only you can, and his date dumps it in his lap (especially after a big deal was made about the food temperature...).
Keep yer head up and meatballs in the freezer!
