Too good not to share

Occasionally, my wife will say things that spark an idea for a story in my head. She tells me about weird dreams, makes a remark about someone she knows, everyday things like that. She usually doesn’t give me ideas while I’m writing. Well, tonight I was sitting at my computer typing and she came in the room and said, “what’cha doing?” to which I replied, “writing.” I’m working on a new idea, well actually its an old idea that I’m revisiting from a new perspective. I needed a break from the other things I’m working on and these new ideas came to me, so I thought I’d explore them.

Then, she said, “I’m psychic. I know what you just typed.” I always joke with her that I’m psychic and then guess what she’s thinking. Occasionally, more often than you’d think, I’m right. It freaks her out a little when I correctly guess the number she’s thinking 4 or 5 times in a row. Truth is, after 13 years together, I just know her well enough to guess what she is thinking most of the time. It’s just a little game we play sometimes to pass the time.

Anyway, I took the bait and said, “oh yeah? What did I just type?”

“Is it something scary?”

“Not yet.”

“Oh, well I know what you’re going to type next then.”

“What’s that?”

“Then, the bat put its wing around his mouth and its teeth into his neck and said, ‘give me your bacon!'”

I almost died laughing.