First and foremost, witchypoo is NOT NotFessional at all. She’s wonderful and even though we’ve never met face-to-face, she’s my friend now and forever. She submitted the title with this post – I would have named it something like, “witchypoo is the greatest Canadian ever” and if you know me, you know how I feel about some Canadians. By the way, I would have said she’s my friend even if I HADN’T read this before it posted. She’s THAT cool. Even in her pajama bottoms.

Truth be told, I’m more like a tepid confessional, what with my age sucking the life hot factor out of me, and all the predicting of sinning I do with my clients.

I have no idea how She-Ra Hot does it with all the commuting and brain sucking meetings she endures. I imagine her gazing sadly at her shiny boots while suppressing the urge to ram them up some deserving, entitled co-worker’s arse.

I don’t have the social skills to smile sweetly when I have the urge to commit foul deeds on the person of the smilee. I’m old. Emotional and physical pain just makes me cranky.

Nobody wants me to come to dinner with them because I refuse to eat food that is just so-so. They either think I’m cheap or just out to embarrass them.

In social situations, I am busy blocking out people’s energy, so as not to get overwhelmed. I probably bray when I laugh.

But the thing is, when I tune in, I tune into the heart, and the connection is amazing. I do this with my work, and often can facilitate a wonderful transformation.

Hotfessional knows my heart, and I know hers. It’s a thing of beauty. I just wanted to stop by and say this: “Ree, you are in my heart.”

—- And you, witchypoo, are in mine. If I ever make it to the Great White North, I’m skipping my brother’s house and driving straight to yours. —-

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