bore me to tears

So, I just received my local Community Education catalog of fall offerings and already I’ve found a course about which I am gosh darn excited. The class is called “Meet Your Angel” – and it’s being facilitated by an actual “Certified Angel Therapy Practitioner.” I am so delighted and impressed to read about the instructor’s credentials because, as we know, although many angel therapy practitioners may be perfectly certifiable, not many take the time to get the, uh, certificate.

Now, the course description says that after just one 2-hour session (and twenty-five dollars), I will learn how to receive messages from my angel. Pretty cool, huh? Apparently my angel has been striving to reach me with her(?) wisdom, love and humor foryears; I’ve just been lacking the proper tools to fashion a keyhole through which she can minister to me.

I’ll be candid with you, though. I can’t really fault her for our failed relationship. I don’t know/have never known anything about angels. In fact, the only thing I can tell you for sure is that it’s really important to never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly. But, that’s it; all I’ve ever known. Sad, huh? (Darn, my public school education!)

But, it’s between “Meet Your Angel” and another class (“Decorative Wall Finishes Workshop 1“) – both of which are being offered on the same night! Can you believe it? Drat my luck. How’s a girl to choose? Hey, you don’t suppose that I could call in a favor to my g-angel? She could play around with the schedule at night, while everybody is asleep,… and arrange it so I could take both classes.  Maybe if I were to give her a fun nickname.  A box of powdered sugar donuts?  She does have a sense of humor, I’m told.