That was random
So, okay, 2 random things happened to me lately.
Thing One:
I got home from seeing the Bourne Ultimatum (or whatever #3 is called) and it's a Friday so I decide that I'm going to sleep in Cindi's Former Room where there is a twin bed, less noise, and less sunlight in the morning. So I go upstairs and putter about trying to find a blanket that's twin sized, not stiff as a board, and relatively clean. This proves more difficult than expected mostly because I can't find my purple/green/blue bedspread and I decide I'll go look for it in the storage room off the kitchen.
So downstairs we go . . . do do do . . . going into the kitchen - Oh! Wait! Stop short, right there! There's all this debris spilling out onto the floor of the kitchen from the Christmas Tree Room (you know, the room where you store your Christmas tree fully assembled when it's not actually decorated). The ceiling fell down in there. It's in pieces and it's all over your tree and games. If I can figure out how to post pictures, I will do that later.
Thing Two:
This one is more a coincidence than anything else, but I find it amusing. So I get home from work and the Chicago song "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" just started. You know, the one that goes, "As I was walking down the street one day A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch"
And then I turned it off. Got out grabbed my soda bottle, and walked the twenty feet to my apartment. In that short time, you know what happened? Yup. Somebody asked me what time it was.
Thing One:
I got home from seeing the Bourne Ultimatum (or whatever #3 is called) and it's a Friday so I decide that I'm going to sleep in Cindi's Former Room where there is a twin bed, less noise, and less sunlight in the morning. So I go upstairs and putter about trying to find a blanket that's twin sized, not stiff as a board, and relatively clean. This proves more difficult than expected mostly because I can't find my purple/green/blue bedspread and I decide I'll go look for it in the storage room off the kitchen.
So downstairs we go . . . do do do . . . going into the kitchen - Oh! Wait! Stop short, right there! There's all this debris spilling out onto the floor of the kitchen from the Christmas Tree Room (you know, the room where you store your Christmas tree fully assembled when it's not actually decorated). The ceiling fell down in there. It's in pieces and it's all over your tree and games. If I can figure out how to post pictures, I will do that later.
Thing Two:
This one is more a coincidence than anything else, but I find it amusing. So I get home from work and the Chicago song "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" just started. You know, the one that goes, "As I was walking down the street one day A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch"
And then I turned it off. Got out grabbed my soda bottle, and walked the twenty feet to my apartment. In that short time, you know what happened? Yup. Somebody asked me what time it was.