No Sleep 'Till...

Will we ever sell our home? Doesn't look good.

My neighbor has a wacky way of guessing certain things. For example, I called her up one afternoon out of the blue.

"Guess what I did today?" I asked.
"Brazilian wax!" she said.
(Long
pause.)
"How the hell did you know that?" I asked. "I only told my
co-workers and -"
"I had a feeling."

Gave no hint of my waxing adventures and yet she guessed correctly. I would have brushed it off as a fluke but then a few weeks later...

"I might be staying here until June," I said during another of our phone
conversations.
"Yeah, your friend is going to stay out on maternity leave
for the rest of the year, right?" she asked. "I had a feeling."
"Okay. So
next time let me know. I've been worried for weeks."

Last night we were out drinking.

"If we sell the house before June, I'll just get one of those small, furnished
apartments near Superior High School," I said.
"You're not going anywhere
anytime soon," she said. "I have a feeling."

Her feelings are starting to piss me off.