Now I think the Universe is Trying to Tell Me Something
Ok. So first, I am haunted by the phantom vibrator. THEN, today I was really really anxious because any day now, I'm supposed to find out if I got the job, so I spent a lot of the day running around, pacing, doing little errands, going for walks and I remember thinking of the phrase "I've got ants in my pants."
And then I decided I needed to relax. So I took a half a xanax, poured a glass of cabernet, and turned on Dancing With the Stars. About half way through a Samba, I looked down, and there was an ant crawling out of the bottom of my jeans. I actually had an ant in my pants.