Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Mind Reader

Sometimes I swear my husband can read my mind. It is spooky.

I asked him this weekend what meal he would like me to make him Sunday evening for our Valentine's celebration. In my mind I was thinking how yummy cheese enchiladas would be and I swear he said, "how about cheese enchiladas?"

For a moment I thought I had actually said it outloud.

This isn't an isolated event - he does this all the time. Except well, when I want him to read my mind. That is another story for another day.

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