An Angel Looking Over Us

You ever have the feeling that you have an angel looking out for you?  Or that there's some higher power who is watching you?  I felt that way the other day.

My son and I walk around the neighborhood on a daily basis.  He always stops by this huge tree that has these hanging branches; he loves to walk around it and play with the twigs near the trunk.  And like normal, the other day, we spent a good 10 minutes by this one particular tree and then headed back to our house.  We walked about 15-20 feet when we heard the crash.  I turned around and saw this huge tree branch lying where we had been standing just moments before.  This branch wasn't a small arm-length branch; it was larger than my son. 

I definitely felt like something was watching over us that day, keeping us safe.  It was an incredible feeling.

Why Men Think Women are Psycho!

The phone rang at 10:30pm this evening.  It's pretty late to receive a phone call, so I answered it even though I didn't recognize the phone number.  I thought maybe it was someone who needed me...and was borrowing a phone or was at a payphone.  I was wrong.

"Hello?" I answer.

"WHY DID YOU CALL EMMANUEL?" yells an angry voice into the phone.

"What?" I ask.  "I didn't call Emmanuel."

"YES, YOU DID!!!  Why did you call him?!" the psycho woman now says.

"I didn't call Emmanuel."  I say flatly into the phone.

"Yes, I know you did.  Why did you call him at 4:00am?" she continues her rant.

"I don't know an Emmanuel.  I didn't call him."  I am now thinking, "Who the fuck does this woman thinks she is???" I am about to ream her a new butthole.

"Is this **8-****?" she asks.

"NO.  This is **5," I say.

"WHAT?" she asks in a loud, rude, bitchy-ass voice.

"I SAID, THIS IS **5.  YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER."

"Oh," she says.  "Sorry." She hangs up.

Now, you realize I have her phone number on my caller ID.  I have half a mind to call the f***ing psycho back and tell her off.  Then I realized that...for one, this will only further prove the point why men think women are psycho; for two, she is a psycho.  I don't need her hunting me down.  I have enough to worry about.