I think it’s time to reset my ringtone to the Ghostbusters theme song. “Who you gonna call?” Moi.
Well, now that’s stuck in my head…
I am going on a double date this weekend, and we are going to do dinner and our own mini-haunted tour. Mini in geography only; I’m sure there’ll be tons of spirits. I was so excited about the prospect that I even ignored the fact that Rob rolled his eyes when I told him. I have to admit that I am really don’t know a thing about the ghosts in Calgary; their favorite haunts, etc. I should probably buy myself a book or do some googling. But knowing me I’d probably end up scaring myself (vivid and overactive imagination!). I actually had to check myself this week with a friendly reminder that just because I can interact with the dead, doesn’t mean they are all loitering in my house. As if they have nothing better to do then hang out in my hood. I think I was getting a little paranoid.
Though it does remind me about the apartment I was living in in Asheville. There was a ghost that would always hide in my kitchen closet… He was a tall, slender man with sharp features and was wearing a suit, though sometimes he’d ditch the jacket and just wear a vest. Like the three-piece suit kinds. Except now that I think about I don’t think it was the greatest fabric. I digress. He hung out in the house all the time.
Back to date night. I am so excited. Not gonna lie, this double date is going to give Rob the chance to recover from his epic Halloween fail – where his sister and her hubby dressed up as Ghostbusters and Rob says – via the infamous group text – “you can bust my ghost anytime, handsome”. No one busts his ghosts but me. No one.
Though I did almost seek the most hateful revenge this past weekend. His mom was over for dinner and we were watching a program on TV (while I ate my ice-cream) and a commercial for paranormal investigations came on. I had to keep my mouth full with vanilla-caramel goodness to prevent me from busting out with a – oh I remember the good old days when I used to be a paranormal investigator. Sigh. The impact may have killed her. Or Rob. Hard to say which.
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