True story: Last night Jeff and I were having dinner when we were greeted by the restaurant owner. After he left I told Jeff that I think he owns the incredible motorcycle we saw out front. I joked with him, "I can just tell, I'm psychic." Jeff put his fingers to his head and said "OK, what number am I thinking of?" and I immediately answered, "pi". The look on his face froze, except for his eyes which stared at me shocked. Yep, I guessed right. I'm not really psychic, I just know my husband really, really well.