Conversation With A Fortune Teller

William and I went to a super fun event recently and one of the perks was a brief chat with a fortune teller. Or is it palm reader? I don't know what she called herself. Regardless, I sat in a dimly lit alcove with a mystical stranger and she read my palm. It's possible I was slightly toasted. Because the Appletinis were wicked strong and they were the first drinks I'd had since being pregnant … [Read more...]