In a moment of indulgence I watched the latest Ghost Hunters episode on Hulu while I ate lunch today.
I love Ghost Hunters. (Except for the team changes on GHI - to that I say "BOOOO" and also "BRING BACK ROBB!!")
I'm convinced there are ghosts living in our very house. (Well, ok, not LIVING, obviously. Since ghosts are dead people. But you know what I mean.)
You know when you see something move out of the corner of your eye, but when you look nothing is there? I do that all. of. the. time.
At least 10 times an hour.
Of course, I'm not convinced that every time I do this I'm "seeing" a ghost. I have totally screwed up eyeballs. I know this. Especially when it comes to things like peripheral vision and shadows and stuff.
So probably there are no ghost living in our house.
But I'm still going to check for them.
Because I'd like to think we have a house that all friendly, and potentially helpful (like the kind that make dinner for you), ghosts feel comfortable hanging out in. It's important to me.
Today at lunch,
Watching Ghost Hunters.
At the computer desk.
Wearing my awesome pink headphones with the stars on them. (They really are awesome.)
And as Jason and Grant are investigating a light anomaly in the lobby of this huge hotel I sense some movement out of the corner of my eye.
So I swing the chair around reeeeally fast to see what it is. Expecting nothing. Like usual.
But instead there's an apparition standing RIGHT THERE. It was totally solid and spooky and shaped just like a little boy.
In fact it was a little boy.
My little boy, Opie. Who had snuck up beside me because he knew he wasn't allowed out of his room until it was clean.
Except my brain had to take all of this in really fast and it kind of got stuck on the part about an apparition standing RIGHT THERE.
And so I totally freaked out my 6 year old when he saw me turn to him at the rate of a sugar-highed-spazz and look at him with my face most likely resembling this:
Maybe I'm not so open to the idea of ghost living in our house after all.