Talking Sweet About Nothing

Without a doubt, this has been the worst summer of the 29 that I've experienced. I've had some pretty great summers, though, so I guess my time was up. I was talking to my dad the other day and he asked me if I've been having a rough time. This was out of the blue, and I hadn't mentioned my craptastic summer to him at all. He asked because he has had a craptasitic summer, as well, and wanted to know if I shared his pain. We are both Cancers, and while neither of us have ever put any faith in astrology, he told me that my mom had read his horoscope to him earlier in the year and it warned of a difficult summer. We decided that it could easily be a self-fulfilling prophecy type of thing, and regardless of its validity, summer was wrapping up, and it can only get better. Then he stubbed his pinky toe and broke it. My condolences, Dad.