I’m sitting here this morning using my spare moments, you know the ones that come between “Mom, I need help with this math problem,” and “Mom, I need you to give me my spelling test now,” and “Aaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeee! He’s pulling my hair!” Where was I?
Oh, yes, I’m using my spare moments willing the phone to ring. I am sending telepathic messages to our adoption coordinator to . . . call . . . me . . . now . . . with a . . . referral. Yep, I’m staring hard at the phone, willing it to ring. Ring. Ring. RING!!!!!
It’s not working. Probably because I’m not really telepathic. I’m psychic. It’s just not the same.
Ha! Just kidding. About being psychic, that is. As far as I know telepathy and psychic ability are considered two different things.
Gaah! End-of-the-year homeschooling stress and waiting for a referral are obviously getting to me.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello, but he’s not telepathic either so you obviously don’t know he’s saying it. Which raises an interesting question: If a newt says hello but there is no George to hear it, does the newt really make a sound?