While driving down Road Kill Avenue yesterday morning M and I heard some sad news on the radio; Paul the psychic octopus died. Paul lived 2.5 years, the expected life of an octopus. Being a psychic octopus must have been stressful, cramming in all those predictions in such a short lifespan...and just when I could have used his psychic abilities.
What would I have asked ole' Paul? If the darn school counselor will ever take care of something simple I requested so I don't have to get nasty.
Excuse me while I dress in my Halloween witch costume, light the seance candle and try to channel Paul for a prediction. Is this the way to shake an octopus from his grave?
(Honestly, when I heard this on the radio I was more like--WHO THE HELL IS PAUL THE PSYCHIC OCTOPUS?!).
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