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woman, 44, writes for pleasure, writes for therapy, writes to share . . . writes about growth and change, family and friends, pets, spirituality, sexuality, odd ponderings, irony, fiction writing, the mundane and ordinary (and sometimes finding the profound within the mundane and ordinary) . . . gluten-free since late April 2007, living with fibromyalgia-chronic fatigue-menopause-pcos-pmdd, trying to keep a sense of humor, one day at a time . . . life is constant motion, however slow or fast it may be.
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wishing on a bone. wait. that sounds bad. Wednesday, Aug. 27, 2008 12:53 am
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So,
I had a wishbone from a chicken I baked the week before last. (No;
the one in the picture on the left isn't mine. I found that
picture on 
Well,
you know how a wishbone breaks with one side attached to that top piece? And whoever has the piece that is attached to that top piece gets their
wish, right? I figured if I pulled both halves, then I'd surely
get my wish, no matter how it broke. Right??
So,
who in a million years would have expected the top piece to break free
of both halves, fly up in the air, and fall to the floor, leaving me
with two almost equal halves, one in each hand? What does this
mean? Do I get my wish? Is this some sort of cosmic joke?
