Captain and I have extraordinary predictive powers…opposite of what we predict.
Friday, Captain commented that Cody (our youngest pooch) hadn’t had one of her infamous accidents in the house in a very long time. Guess what we woke up to on Saturday morning? Poop and two piles of barf.
Last night, he commented that it was nice that Pumpkin was finally such a great sleeper after two years of sleeplessness. Guess who was up just after midnight last night?
This really does happen a lot…so much that Captain calls me “Notstradamus”. Apparently he has the knack too.
Tonight, I’m going to ask him to say, “we’ll never win millions of dollars”, then buy a lottery ticket tomorrow.