~When I got home from work, my wallet was not in my purse or my knitting bag. I frantically tried to think of where it could be, drawing a blank. When I told the fam that I was going back to work to see if it was there (Fingers crossed) someone said to me "Where did you leave it?". The obvious answer was, of course, "If I knew where I left it, it would not be lost" right? I did not answer fliply because I was too busy having those tingley feelings that I have done something stupid.
As I drove back to work, I could remember reaching inside my checkbook for a pen. Checkbook is in the wallet. I went into work, not finding it and about half way home I finally "saw" that I was reaching for the pen to make the tick marks for my knitting, still the Forest Canopy Shawl for those playing along at home. (I had a horrible incident with the center stitch which involved a non existent yarn over which wreaked havoc as you can imagine. It's better now. Minus 6 rows but finally on the positive again).
Where was I?
Yes, halfway home. So I turned around and went back to work, this time entering the cafeteria where I did that knitting and there was my wallet sitting on the chair.
PHEW. All in tact. Thank you, Co-workers.
~I had the weirdest dream last night that I was kidnapped and realized I had to make believe I loved the kidnapper so I could be treated better. And then I really did fall in love with him. And while we were out somewhere someone slipped me a note that read: YOUR BOYFRIEND KILLED 4 CATS AND MADE THEM INTO A SHAKE AND DRANK THEM.
Okay. I don't care WHO you are? That is some weird stuff.
~The other day, I heard a squeaky kind of noise in the kitchen. I thought it was a bird or whatever, not giving it a second thought. Until later that night when I heard the noise again, realizing it was coming from the cabinet. Upon closer inspection, a tall beer glass (about 12 inches tall and very narrow, brought home from Bethany's Germany trip) had a little baby mouse in it. The poor thing looked like it had been in there a while as it left, well, you know, what mouse leave? And lots of them in there. I felt bad for it, in typical Sandy fashion and instructed Andy to deposit him outside with a cracker. After giving me a weird look, he did bring Mr. Mouse outside and I did not hear the end of it all night long. Feeding the enemy and all.
Still later in the night, Andy proclaimed that a mouse ran over his foot on it's way to somewhere important no doubt. Realizing that 1 mouse already indicates more and two mice confirms we got out the snap traps and loaded them with peanut butter. Don't worry, Andy did point out the irony of me feeding one mouse a cracker earlier in the night and then whacking them off with a peanut butter suicide machine later but a family has to do what a family has to do. While I think mice are tres cute outside and in cages, they may not run amok in my home, breeding and chewing things. Not allowed.
By the end of the next night? 7 little mice murders. Not one of them made into a shake and drank, I promise you.
~A woman at work had a very unfortunate bathroom incident which had her sitting there for quite a bit of time. Poor thing. Apparently the lights are on a 15 minute timer and they went off on her. She is sitting there in the pitch dark wanting the lights back on. She told me she balled up a bunch of toilet paper and tossed them in the air to try to activate the motion sensor on the lights. Which of course, did not work. After sitting there for a couple more minutes, she threw the spare roll of TP in the air, out of the stall, triggering the lights to come on. And of course, at that moment, someone walked in seeing the lights turning on, the roll of TP flying through the air and a pile of paper all over the floor.
I only wish it were me that walked in there at that moment. I'm dying laughing just imagining it all!
~Which reminds me of a funny bathroom incident of mine but I think I'll write that out tomorrow because I am getting quite wordy tonight and well, that hopefully will make you come back tomorrow. That strategy may backfire because I'm sure there is a segment of any population that would rather not hear bathroom stories no matter how funny they may be.
~Don't forget that I mentioned knitting in this entry. Thereby qualifying me this month as a knitting blog.