"My nose itches."

"So someone must be thinking of you."

I never really understood this bit of superstition. I think it is right up there with kissing your hand and touching the ceiling of your car when you go through yellow lights.

Despite the lack of understanding, I have fully bought into the bogus idea and find myself secretly thinking "hmmm... I wonder who it is..." when I am scratching away at my nose (or picking a booger).

I recently spoke to one of my avid blog readers (that is... one of my avid blog readers that I am not related to) and she told me about a recent conversation she had with another one of my fans (another non relative- I am really racking up here):

"Do you think Leila knows when someone is laughing their ass off at her blog?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, deep down inside- do you think she senses it?"

I gave this some thought and figured that there probably is some cosmic shift that gives me a slight inclination that I am bringing joy and light to someone, somewhere. After pondering it for a while, I figured there could only be one thing that tells me this... a wedgie.

Now, you may be thinking that I am just making this up so I can feel good about myself next time I have to pull my high riding underwear down. But I am not. There is no other possible explanation for my wedgies other than my positive impact on someones life. It's just that simple.

I am sorry to cut this blog short, but I have to go. It is really hard to type and readjust all at the same time....guess I am just making someones life a little better.