I couldn't wait until Halloween or the next Friday 13th to reveal that there is something wrong with my wiring.
Those who know me, knew that.
I have a crock pot that turns itself off (in the middle of the night, when it is supposed to be slowly turning a picked-over
chicken carcase into soup) and a tv that turns itself on.
Last night I was awakened shortly after midnight to hear Jim Cramer shouting his very fine Mad Money stock-picking advice at full volume from my kitchen. Upon further investigation, I found that my chicken stock was far from simmering.
Good conjunction that! If I have a poltergeist, it must have a sense of humor, great taste, and refinement.
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