(For the record, I misspelled jinx with a “k” every single time up there, even as I ordered myself not to. This indicates absolutely nothing about my Words with Friends prowess).
I’m going crazy. Yes, short trip, I know. But this is the kind of crazy where your brain tries to burrow down into the appendix, grabbing the auditory nerves along the way, in hopes of avoiding the infreakingcessant call of the young male child.
YOU OWE ME A COKE!
OhmyGod I’m going over the edge. Every.Single.Hour. Every.Single.Conversation. Every.Single.Day. Both of them staring at the other, willing him to say the same word at the same time so they can yell out the JINX (damn, “k” again!) sequence. It’s gotten to the point that I’m regretting putting J into speech therapy five years ago.
And now! NOW! They are looking at me! Slowly, with an evil glimmer in the little boy eyes, they are trying to guess my next words. Given that my words are usually “Quit yelling!” and “Good Lord, get off the dog before she bites you!” and “Please. Please, for the love of all things holy, sit your butt down and do your homework,” it’s not so hard to guess my next word.
Ladies and gentlemen! It’s an all new game! Guess Jen’s next words! She’s like a pull-string doll! What phrase will robotically exit her lips next? Step right up and make your wager!
I’m hoping this is just a phase. A very, very short-lived phase.
I probably just jinxed it.