I didn't think I believed in fortune tellers, but a few minutes ago that almost changed, at least for a few seconds. Once, years ago, a self-proclaimed psychic told me I'd die in my parents' basement, with my hand down my pants, watching Star Trek. That seemed more like insult-the-geek than genuine fortune telling anyway.
However, a few minutes ago, my episode of Star Trek ended, and I got up to change the dvd, tripped over the footlocker full of toys (which is out because I'm working on building new storage while I have the house to myself), and nearly broke my neck. A coincidence, obviously, but a little too close for comfort!
(And also, I suspect, hilarious. But, ouch. *rubs bruised knee*)
However, a few minutes ago, my episode of Star Trek ended, and I got up to change the dvd, tripped over the footlocker full of toys (which is out because I'm working on building new storage while I have the house to myself), and nearly broke my neck. A coincidence, obviously, but a little too close for comfort!
(And also, I suspect, hilarious. But, ouch. *rubs bruised knee*)