And here I was, just saving this letter for the MySpace Parody site...
Dear Francine,
I am a respectable psychic counselor, with a spotless reputation and a clean record. My best friends are lawyers, military officers, television producers, and police detectives. Even my son was conceived immaculately.
Lately, however, people have been criticizing me for what they claim are inaccuracies in my predictions. Some even call me a liar, of all things! I am deeply, deeply hurt by their cruel words. They have no idea how their constant badgering has wounded me and affected my health.
My feng shui therapist has tried re-arranging the chairs on my deck, but I feel an icy draft from out of the darkness. I'm getting messages that I should change course, but that would cause problems of titanic proportions. Tell me, Francine, what ever shall I do?
Signed,
The Unsinkable Mrs. Browne