So this morning I grab my coffee and flip open my planner – Saturday May 17 staring back at me. Gotta check what the universe supposedly has cooking for us Virgos today, right? Pulled up that daily horoscope while my toast burned like usual. Typical me.
Morning Ritual Stuff
First thing I saw: “Expect unexpected delays with paperwork.” Great. Exactly what I needed – my tax extension deadline’s Monday. Panic-checked my folder immediately. Yup. Missing two 1099 forms like an idiot. Spent forty minutes digging through my disaster drawer yelling “Where are youuuu?”
The horoscope also said: “Health routines may feel burdensome.” No kidding. Dragged my sleepy butt to the treadmill anyway. Made it fifteen minutes before quitting to eat peanut butter straight from the jar. Felt guilty. Ate celery after. Balance, right?
Midday Mess
Around noon that “unexpected opportunity from old contacts” prediction popped off. My college buddy Dave texts outta nowhere: “Wanna split a bulk order of potting soil?” Random? Sure. But my tomato seedlings are drowning in yogurt cups. Perfect timing actually. Saved twelve bucks splitting that truckload.
Then came the “critical self-reflection” warning. Accidentally caught my reflection while washing dishes. Noticed my sweater had a ketchup stain since breakfast. Changed shirts. Called that personal growth.
Evening Reality Check
The “romantic misunderstandings” bit? My husband asked if we had garlic powder. I snapped “Cabinet left of sink!” Turned out he actually needed onion powder. Spent twenty minutes brewing apologies and explaining they’re different. He still looked confused. Whatever.
Final thoughts:
- Predictions were stupidly vague (as always)
- But checking them made me reorganize my tax crap
- Saved money on gardening supplies accidentally
- Would’ve ignored Dave’s text without the horoscope reminder
- Garlic powder incident could’ve been avoided if I weren’t paranoid about romance predictions
Honestly? Coincidences feel like magic when you’re looking for ’em. Still calling BS on astrology though. But hey – my tomatoes got cheap dirt and the taxes are mostly sorted. Wins are wins.
