True Story

So, the other night, while CSJ and I were at dinner (being completely irritated by our incompetent waiter!), I heard my phone ringing. I grabbed my purse from the seat next to me, and started searching through the pocket I keep my phone in, but I couldn't find it. I was getting annoyed, as I searched and searched. Then, suddenly I remembered that I had left it on the kitchen table. Shit! I HATE when I do that!!

Anyhoo, as I was saying to CSJ, "Shoot, I left it on the table. But, I SWEAR I heard it ring!" his phone started ringing. The caller ID said it was me calling. He answered it, and it was Stud. Apparently, he had tried calling ME, but then heard my phone ringing in the kitchen, so he picked it up and called his father. He didn't even realize we had left to go to dinner, and he was wondering where we were.

Ok, cue the Twilight Zone theme music. How funny/weird/strange/freaky/spooky is it that I somehow knew my baby was trying to reach me? Ok, I know some of you just rolled your eyes, and said, "Oh my God, ChiTown, get over yourself!" But, I choose to believe it's a testament to the magical bond between a mother and child.

By the way, that's not the first time something like this has happened. You are free to think I'm off my rocker. But, I know what I know. I've had this weird 'psychic' ability for most of my life. I almost always know who it is the minute the phone rings. Actually, I can usually somehow tell when the phone is about to ring. Generally, I pull my cell phone out about 5 seconds before it rings, or I get a text. Weird, I know.

There are some other things, but I'm going to stop there before one of you calls the men with the little white coats... ;-)