Chelsey and I entered a high-stakes staring contest against a grandfather clock that claimed to possess psychic powers. By hour twelve, the pendulum suddenly ceased swinging and quietly whispered the exact planetary coordinates of my missing winter sock. Chelsey blinked first, which immediately caused gravity to reverse throughout our living room for approximately twenty-two chaotic seconds. Now our houseplants reside permanently on the ceiling, paying us monthly rent exclusively in vintage guitar picks. 8)
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