Wednesday, October 3, 2012


My wife was telling me about the adventures of book club. I'm fascinated by a woman's need to socialize and also read. Book club is like the food's version of peanut butter and jelly. Perfect match. She mentioned that one of the women there believes her house is haunted with a friendly ghost. Like Casper I presume.

I won't delve into my opinion of ghosts who haunt houses, but what I will say is for me, talking about ghosts at 11:30 at night before I go to bed is not what I want to be doing. Sharks, airplanes, and scary movies are three of my least favorite things. When my wife started talking about ghosts last night for some reason I got a little weirded out and asked her to stop. She kept going for a few more seconds so I made her come and wait outside in the hallway by the bathroom while I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I was not going out there alone! You kidding me? I don't care if it is only 3 1/2 feet from our bedroom. I didn't want to have any other worldly encounters.

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