So I just finished tucking Jackson into bed and I started thinking about our satellite TV service. The company we’re with just increased their rates and I’ve been thinking about making a switch. In fact, a few weeks ago, I even called to talk to a representative to see what they could do for me. As I closed Jackson’s door, I thought to myself, “I need to take another look at that. Switching over would probably save us some money.”

No sooner had the thought entered my mind than my cell phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize, but I decided to answer anyway (which I never do). The voice on the other line was an automated operator just calling from our satellite provider, thanking me for my years of faithful service as a valued customer. Those female computerized voices always creep me out anyway, but this one was extra weird, given the circumstances.

I’m choosing to blame this one on Casper.