M and I are totally MFEO. We are constantly bombarded by signs that prove this fact unequivocally. When one of us is traveling, we tend to call the other person just as they are thinking we are going to call. It's a little scary sometimes. I honestly believe that if something bad were to happen to one of us, the other would know the second it happened. We're just on the same wavelength 99.9% of the time, so you never, ever want to play Pictionary with us lest you like getting spanked.
We topped ourselves this morning. We're heading to Cincinnati this weekend for a wedding, and as I was walking through the kitchen, I thought to myself, "I bet M forgot his sunglasses since he didn't drive this morning." As I turned to get the phone to call him, it rang. It was M. He wanted me to get his sunglasses out of his car. We were a little taken aback by the freakiness of this incident. I'm telling you, MFEO.
We're out, peeps. We're heading to Louisville this afternoon, but we'll be making a pit stop at the Zappos outlet on the way. (Go ahead and drool, shoe lovers, I know you're green with envy.) I hope you all have lovely, shoe-filled weekends, too.