Maybe It's The Butterfly Effect
I don't know what it is, but this has been one of the unluckiest weekends for me in a long time.
... Last night, at Backstreet's, I was carefully sipping a tall glass of Dr. Pepper when it completely slipped out of my hand. The moment that the glass hit the table, the top half shattered into pieces and spilled all over the menu, table, floor, and me. I spent the rest of the meal trying to dab my pants dry, and it was a curious feeling walking back to Wesley, let me tell you. We joked that it was my super strength, but I must have just dropped it in a spot where some kind of vibrations reinforced the transverse waves traveling through the glass, disrupting the crystal structure. Right.
... Today, after a lunch at Sharkey's, I got up to find out that my foot had cramped up unexplainedly, causing me to walk with a limp all the way back home. I think it's worked itself out now, but it was definitely another freak accident.
I'm really afraid of what else is going to happen before the weekend is over. The best way I can describe it is that I've been off my game since Monday. I think I should probably just stay in bed for the duration. Too bad I can't do that.
You forgot to mention the magnetic field that seemingly existed between your butt and Gina and Sarah's hands. Hahahahahaha : )
I seem to remember a third hand being almost magnetized toward my butt, too, K.T.! Trying to play innocent, are we? ;)
I would like to state for the record that my hand was nowhere near the area in question.
You know you liked it. Stop complaining. :-p