Oh my stars. Susan Miller at the Beverly Center today!

Normally I wouldn't promote an event at the mall. That's so--ugh--pedestrian. And a meet and greet, no less. I mean, what am I--a teenage girl going to meet Bieber at the Wetzel's Pretzels?

Okay, maybe today I am.

Super on-it astrologer Susan Miller will be offering 10 minute sessions with customers at the Henri Bendel location inside the Beverly Center to celebrate the store's fragrance collection.

Am I going to get bamboozled into buying a scent I probably don't want? Maybe. Might I wait in line longer than is dignified for a woman my age and with the amount of work I have to do today? It's likely. Am I going to go? You're damn straight I am.

Fragrance Fortunes by Susan Miller

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Monday, February 7
1pm-9pm

Beverly Center
Los Angeles, California

My mother vs. my astrologist.

Last night I sent my mother my astrology report with some urgency. I either must purchase the furniture I've been needing for my home office set up this weekend or wait until November 18th. Any time in between just wouldn't be right according to astrologer Susan Miller. If this specificity on the part of my trusted foreseer does not indicate wisdom and insight I don't know what does. And at such a timely interval when I had just been discussing a furniture purchase.

My mother's reply to my email went something--no exactly--like this:

"What the heck is Venus retrograde, & where did you get all this bull-shit from?!? I hope you didn't pay "your astrologist" for all this info. re: office furniture!"

Which leaves me in a pickle I'm sure you'll agree. Trust the stars? Or trust my mother?

What would Jesus do!? He'd run to IKEA asap. That's what I think he'd do.

In celebration of Lions.

From July 23rd to August 22nd, the Sun is in Leo. Ask me for a detailed explanation of this statement and I'll have approximately nothing intelligible to say. I'm not a quack after all with nothing better to do than study my sign (you haven't seen the daily astrological newsletters in my inbox, have you?!)--just a moderate believer. I don't know the ins and outs of the stars and the sun and the currently full moon. I just know that Leos are fierce and fabulous.

And as a Leo myself, I say this to my fellow fiery, affectionate, creative, bossy and incredible sisters and brothers of the zodiac: Happy Birthday. Let's party. (Let's just not say how old we're turning, m'kay?)

Rejoice Leos. It [was] your day.

My mother sent me my horoscope today. Because I think I believe in the stars. And my mother supports me and my suspicions.

Apparently my mother's local NY newspaper's message to Leos today was this... 

You appear to others as an island of excellence.

To my fellow Leos, I hope you're feeling as excellent as this horoscope predicts. In my case, either the newspaper knows something I don't. Or they're referring to my dress size.