Ok so I've recently come to a new conclusion. Have you ever discovered that the second you need something it isn't there? And I mean, LITERALLY is not in the spot where it has been the last thousand times you've seen it? Well, that's my life. And friends have suggested that the culprit might be the ghost that lives in our house and I said" Naw... I don't think so, A) The paranormal and I have a very pleasant relationship and B) This started happening to me a long time before I moved into this house" And then I had an epiphany, "Wait...I figured it out, it all makes sense now... there's a poltergeist living in my tote bag." Now before you write me off think about it. It makes sense, things move to places you SWEAR you have not been. Where things end up just doesn't make sense. This phenomenon seems to follow me wherever I go and what else follows me every I go? My tote bag. So I'm currently in the market for two things to test this theory: 1) A little girl to stare at my tote and tell me if there's anything in there and 2) If there is, a frumpy midget woman with coke bottle glasses to rid me of the phantom and assure me "This bag is cleeya" So if anyone knows where I can find a psychic four year old and a midget medium in a denim skirt LET ME KNOW. I keep my life in that bag and I need my life to not stack chairs in creepy cheerleading-style pyramids and I really don't have time to spend worrying that I'm going to get sucked into a TV.
Well there it is, my first random musing and I think I'll keep it up, just like I'm going to keep trying to rid my life of the Tote Bag Poltergeist.
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