Just sitting here full to the brim after dinner - homemade Spaghetti, delicious yeast rolls and a tall glass of iced tea...when suddenly I remembered a really weird experience. I was bored out of my mind and looking for something fun to do. So, I called a pyschic. No, not the Madame Cleo T.V. type. I phoned one of the more "reputable" ones (found in the classified section of the National Enquirer) hee...hee! Anyway this bozo told me I was living my second life and in my first life I had been Sir Walter Raleigh. Hope I don't meet the same fate twice....
