When your kitchen has more mysteries than your snack drawer.
Some people get signs in dreams. I get them in my kitchen.
There I was—trying to film a simple, spiritually nourishing snack moment. But my brain and the outlet? They had other plans.
I can hear the microwave beep goodbye. Watch the blender revolt. That’s not a snack fail, friends. That’s a cosmic intervention.
Maybe the house was warning me. Maybe the plug was cursed.
Maybe Aunt Bev came through the circuit to say, “We don’t blend during Mercury retrograde.”
Maybe it was just my midlife fiddle fingers.
Or my refusal to put on glasses.
Whatever the cause, this is a sign to ground yourself before filming in a haunted kitchen.
But I get it, universe. Sometimes you have to short the kitchen to recharge the soul.
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