Jan 23, 2007 23:51
So last week I lost a carton of milk. I don't drink a lot of milk; I bought it to put in some mashed potatoes and then when I looked for it a few days later, it was gone. My kitchen's small enough that I can stand in the middle and touch all sides of it, and my refrigerator is small enough that I can rest my chin on it, and I'm only 5'4". It was GONE. I tore my house apart, cleaned my refrigerator out, checked the bathroom and freezer and living room and my desk, just in case I'd put it down somewhere. Nothing. Thought maybe it'd start smelling as it went sour: nothing.
Today it reappeared. Sitting in the middle of the top shelf, all innocent-like, as if it'd been there all along.
How does this even happen.
Heh, maybe the ghost is stealing my food and giving it to Hazel McCrazy next door.
Had a day off today; was only a little more productive than going grocery shopping and um, catching up on House. Had a really weird moment in the grocery store where I couldn't figure out how old I was. Maybe because I was in Oregon for my last birthday, I don't know. But I couldn't remember if I was still allowed to buy beer **facepalm**. I did, however, actually work on the fic that I'm supposed to be working on, which is good.
Work tomorrow. My manager and coworker are feuding over silly ego issues. Not exactly monumental news but for a store staffed entirely with girls and aging queens, it's been a remarkably drama-free work environment for the last few months.