I am ridiculous. In a good way.

I'm a walking contradiction. I love the beach but I hate the sand. I love the snow but I hate the cold. I am argumentative and agreeable; empathetic and annoyed. I love my dog but she drives me batty. I'm divorced but I still believe in the lifetime commitment of marriage. I am a conservative who believes that gay people should be able to get married.

I am organized and a disaster.

I am silly and solemn.

I am responsible and I cannot ever make a decision.

So, this is my plan: I am throwing out my pro/con steno pad and I am buying a Magic 8 Ball. I am going to consult it about everything. I figure I have just about as good a chance as making the right choice with the Magic 8 Ball as I do with my brain. If you ask me if I want to come over and I pull out a Magic 8 Ball, shake it, and tell you I can't-you know it's not you.

The fates have chosen.

I feel pretty good about this decision. Don't worry. I won't ask it ridiculous things like "should I fly to California and jump off the Golden Gate Bridge" I am ridiculous, not reckless. Seriously.

The only problem is the logistics of actually carrying said Magic 8 Ball with me. I might have to make it its own satchel to hang off my purse.

I am rockin' the Magic 8 Ball. Super classy.

I know you are all jealous you didn't think of it first.

But since I know you will all follow in my wake with your own Magic 8 Ball satchels I will end this by saying,

"Happy Shaking"