Another long one that threw me off. I’m actually not negotiating for anything in particular right now, so I started thinking about St. Peter and the Pearly Gates and how I could negotiate my way into heaven when that time comes. As I am very much a human with the usual foibles, I can see how it might be a difficult sell, but maybe this fortune is telling me it’ll come out okay.

Negotiations move along smoothly. The outcome is favorable!

A Conversation with St. Peter
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Yes, I killed spiders and the occasional mouse.
I couldn’t help it…they were in my house!
But think of the turtles I stopped to save
on the side of the road…the time I gave!

I guess you could say I drank too much wine
in my vain attempt to make myself feel fine.
The Sabbath was just a day to sleep late;
I didn’t really think I was making God wait.

I did give to charity—when I was asked.
Sometimes I volunteered without being tasked.
I’m not craven or evil or bad or corrupt,
so think about that as you measure me up.