So with all of the nonsense going down in these parts, (An untimely trip to NY, a perfect three months of Oklahoman goodness, and sleep deprivation to da max) I have finally gotten a chance to sit down and recall the sketchiness that has taken place.
I'll start with the most recent, and then randomly post when I can remember more exciting ones from the last few months.
A few nights ago, I stumbled through the front door half asleep at around one-thirty in the morning, waving my arms wildly around in front of me, and blindly trying to avoid crashing through a wall. As I am slowly making my way across the living room to my bedroom, I kick something big and soft. I just assume it's one of my sister's stupid stuffed animals and keep walking. And then I realize, "Wait a second. My sister is fourteen, she doesn't have stuffed animals." So I freak out. And scramble over to the closest wall to find a light. After about five minutes of struggling to find an appropriate switch that isn't the porch light or the garbage disposal, I turn on the hall light to find two fat Cocker Spaniels sitting right in front of me. And I just stare at them for a long time, then, without questioning their presence, go to bed. The next morning, there was some obnoxious scratching at my door. I open it to find Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum sitting at the threshold. And I'm about to yell, "What the hell is going on!" When I hear someone starting to walk down the stairs. And it's my....Grandma? The one who lives in LA and has a British accent? What is she doing here? I ask her where these dogs came from and she says they're hers. I ask her if she just got in last night, and she says, "Oh no dear, I've been here three days."
And that gives you an idea of how much time I have spent at home in the last three months.
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