The Dirt Field

The Washington Post has selected a new purveyor of daily horoscopes, and as of late, it appears that my buddy Holiday Mathis only provides her celestial insights once or twice each week. (She must be on vacation…oh, the shoddy pun…only my mother is laughing.) The point being that for right now, I can’t post your “If today is your birthday…” reading, because it doesn’t actually exist on the Post’s website. I’m holding out for it to be there by the time I get to work, but if not, I’ll make one up. If that happens, I’m forecasting a torrid love affair with a hedgehog this year, among other fun things. It’s like Target: the possibilities are endless.