Turns out I’m not Wonder Woman

As a kid, I believed in many unseen things.  Leprechauns, fairies, ghosts, witches and the monster in my closet.  I had a deal with the monster so it wouldn’t *get* me.  I had bi-fold closet doors.  Left one open and one closed.  That way, if the monster wanted out, he could leave.  If he wanted to stay, he could stay.  That was the deal.  I also spent an inordinate amount of time trying to start fires, just by looking at stuff.  Same goes for moving things.  I was sure I simply lacked concentration.  Along came Wonder Woman.  Spin and you magically transform into a crime fighting babe?  In.  Spin.  Spin.  Spin as hard and fast as possible.  Never accomplished anything other than not feeling well.  Leads me to the only Super Hero I really cared about, HER.  New movie on the way.  It’s opening earlier than anticipated, June 2nd, 2017.  Please take care to not park on my invisible plane at the theatre.  Sam