A few weeks ago, I received a text from one of my best friends, Sharon (Sharon and I first bonded in college over our mutual love of pizza dipped in blue cheese dressing and permed hair, but I digress). Sharon, who now lives in Arkansas, texted that she had a bad dream that Squirtle, our pet turtle, had escaped. Yes, I know, the fact that my college roommate dreams about my pet turtle may indeed be an indicator that I talk about Squirtle a little too much…
I assured her that it was impossible for Squirtle to escape from her special turtle tank. “Check her. I’m worried about her,” she texted back. Well, would you believe that when I checked on Squirtle she had, in fact, managed to push her filter aside and squeeze (can turtles even “squeeze”?!) through the narrow opening of her tank. I caught her just as she was making a run for it. Shaking my head in disbelief and relief I texted back, “You were right.” “I know,” she replied.
Here’s to crazy coincidences OR the fact that we just may be connected to our good friends on some cosmic level.
Cheers,
Heather
