Psychic or Psycho?

Tonight was a rare night for me...
I was home alone without much to do.

After a nice 35 minutes of sweating on the elliptical, I decided to take a bubble bath.

As I was sitting in my tub, I knew, just knew that my cat would some how knock my phone in the water (don't judge, you play on your phone in the bathroom, too).

As I'm soaking up the lavender suds, the phone rings.

I knew it was Ted and if I didn't answer he would get upset, so I moved my ice water to the side so I wouldn't knock it over.

Sitting on the side of the tub was my Runner's World Magazine that I was reading a good article on good food to buy for runners.  On the magazine was sitting my phone. . . and . . . my cat.

As soon as I stood up with suds dripping to floor, my cat became startled and jumped down.

Knocking

My

Magazine

and

Phone

INTO

the BUBBLES.

All in one motion I answered the house phone, screamed into Ted's ear, and grabbed my cell phone from the water, ribbed out the battery and thanked God that the little water strip on the battery was still checkered. 

Then I climbed back in the tub after I fished out the ruined magazine and shaved my legs.

After that, I put my phone in rice.  Hopefully I saved it in time.  If not, I think I'll get a new one :-)

I totally knew that I would be soaking my phone in rice before it ever happened.

Am I a psychic with true premonitions?

Or psycho because I willed the phone to fall in the tub?

I'm not sure, but I think next time I know something bad is going to happen, I will do what I can to not let it happen.