We have our son’s family visiting in our home so as she does whenever we have visitors, Linda bakes and fills our cookie jar. Today there was chocolate chip and Snickerdoodles. I love snickerdoodles. Walking by the jar I reached for one and saw a large orange in the untouched fruit basket adjacent to the cookie jar. For some strange and inexplicable reason I put the cookie back and ate the orange.
Linda took my temperature, looked for outward signs of trauma and asked if I smelled burnt toast. She then quizzed me on the date, our geographic location and my current feelings toward The Kardashians. Everything normal.
I now have proof there is a higher power controlling the Universe.