Housewife Tarot



From the 50s... I think I'm in love. I'm overcompensating for my shitty blogger of the year award by over-posting. Shameful, isn't it? I know. I know. I know.

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Amy Guth said…
OMG, I have to get a set of Housewife Tarot.
6:35 PM
Mister Mxyzptlk said…
Overpost all you want... It's a wonderful relief to read you. I had to work all weekend on tech support documentation.
10:13 PM
Anonymous said…
I'm still hooked on the free tarot at iFate.com

(The site probably costs corporate America millions a year in lost productivity!)
6:35 AM
Writeprocrastinator said…
Happy Hannukah Katie-lah!
7:08 AM
Joe said…
Where did you find those?

Oh, and before I forget--happy Hanukkah!!

And you are sooooo not shitty blogger of the year.
12:01 PM
Mountjoy said…
I can just picture some of the other cards from the set:

The Fishwife
The Old Soak

and of course...

The Cleaning Lady
4:38 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
You are tagged, no obligation.
8:05 PM
Dale said…
Those cards should keep you cool Ms. Hottie.
3:57 AM
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