Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Last night I had a craving for popcorn. Now, I have not made popcorn in over a year, and Erin may have had some Pop Secret now and then, but not in the last six months. So I dismissed the craving as unachievable and settled in to watch Marvel's Agents of Shield with Ferrett's head in my lap.
When the show was over, I got up and walked across the living room. There, in the middle of the carpet, was a single kernel of popped popcorn.
Undoubtedly, Shasta had nosed it out from someplace, carried it over, and abandoned it. But it was still eerily coincidental. And particularly effective, when watching a paranormal show!