Horoscopic

Okay, better answer the door. Ahh, I'm just in a bikini! Okay, grab my yoga pants. That's better.

At the door is...my downstairs neighbor, Frank. He's here to politely tell me that his daughter has a cold and my music is a little loud. As is my bad dancing.

I am so, so sorry! Seriously, this calls for at least two minutes of profuse apologizing. He looks amused by my getup and the confetti-strewn apartment, but not in a bad way. In remorse, I have asked if he wants any nachos....

He does! And his daughter loves nachos! Feed a cold, starve a fever, right? Let's load her up with Tex-Mex goodness.

Phew, I'm giddy. But it now looks like I'm going to spend a fun evening with my downstairs neighbors. I've never really gotten to know them, being busy with work and all. I guess it took my fake sick day to break the ice.

I wonder...could Frank and his daughter be the "someone" that the Leo prediction hinted at? Frank is single....I know, it's way too early to be imagining us together. We'll have to wait and see on that one. But if something develops, that'll sure be ironic.

My attempt to debunk the horoscope seems to have worked, but it's hard to tell. I'm sure Shirley will insist that this proves they work. But I can't wait to see what happens next!
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