The Battle Of The Birth
My mother fell through the ice on the creek, the month before I was born. Then, just as I was regaining my warm private womb with flotation included, 'That Doctor' had other ideas.
There was 'The Battle Of The Birth' with 'That Doctor' when I was just thawed out and getting comfy again in my very own private 'womb' with flotation provided. But, he decided to take his 'vice-grip' clamps and fight me. He knew I couldn't stay comfy while he was imprinting - what he thought was - his Victory sign in the middle of my forehead.
It only appears when I am upset or excited. However, what I realized, within the past few months is that it is not his victory sign. It is my inter-galactic communication method, my 'UFO Welcome Signal'.
With the world in such chaos the past several years, I am stressed more often, and it is appearing much more often - thus the reason for more noticeable UFO activity.
Coincidence, I think not!
Now all I need to do is stay under the radar, of Santa, Rudolph and his nose, or I may find myself propped up on the back-end of the sleigh to provide 'backup glow'.
Note: "I am just awaiting 'Karma's Kiss' when I get to deliver 'That Doctor' and 'his team' from that 'gripping' day. While we were battling, 'I took names!' They will be gifted with ears that flash louder than the ones on the street lights, and maybe with a few extra colors."
Tune in Next Monday for "Tune in Monday Miscues" to see how a 6 month old (me of course) sent out a report to all of the neighbors within a mile.