I have long suspected that I am the center of the universe—at least in my slightly skewed sense of reality.
Today I found some proof:
FACT: When I left for work today…
• The 12-year old was on the computer
• The 15-year old was at a friend’s house
• The 18-year old was lying on the couch watching TV
• The 21-year old was working on his car
When I came home from work today…
• The 12-year old was on the computer
• The 15-year old was at a friend’s house
• The 18-year old was in my recliner watching TV
• The 21-year old was working on his car
Apparently, time stood still while I was gone.
You may be alert enough to discern that the 18-year old was not in the EXACT place as when I left, but you should note: the almost imperceptible shift was within three feet of the original location and the gravitation was to MY chair, thus proving my point that it is all about me.
Need more proof?
FACT: When I left for work today…
• I had just started a load of laundry
When I came home from work today…
• My husband was finishing a load of laundry
Coincidence? I think not.
