On Wednesday, The Squire and I worked out at the “Y”, and I came home without my keys. I not only don’t like to wear a coat (although Heaven knows I haven’t needed one this year!), but I don’t like to carry a purse, especially if I’m with my husband. So I carried my keys with the pass card for the gym, and put them on the shelf so I could exercise without knocking somebody out with them.
We got an email that evening saying they’d been found and turned in, so the dear man had to go up on Thursday morning and retrieve them.
Took a shower that night and after I’d rinsed the shampoo out of my hair I poured some conditioner into my palm and industriously rubbed it into – my face!
This morning the dog began barking at some unseen object outside, so I stepped onto the patio to see what had caught his attention. I heard a noise that sounded for all the world as if a baby was crying.
“Oh great. It’s bad enough they bring us cats and dogs. Now they’ve left us a kid!”
The worst of it was that I never skipped a beat. It was just the way things go around here. It turned out to be an irate squirrel, sitting in back of the cat, who paid him no mind whatsoever, pitching a fit because he was hungry. I called Eddie into the house and tossed a handful of peanuts across the concrete.