LOL. Mom is saying Merry Christmas!"Shivers"

Oh and remember? when my ring bent years ago for no reason, well, it happened again a couple of weeks ago.

I’m kind of hoping the lad played a practical joke on me this morning, though I don’t know when he’d have had time.

Perhaps if I pin a note to the dust rag (Hi Mom, feel free to use this) I’ll wake up some morning with the dusting done.

My mother was a neatnik. I’m not. It’s probably driving her nuts.

Well, you did say “bah humbug” a few posts back.  You quote da man, you get treated like da man. Freaky experience, but in a totally good way, really. 

I think that I had a “special” visit this morning, too.  Chickadees held a special meaning for my dad and me, from the time I was very, very little.  I had one fly right up to me, with an air of purpose, when I stepped out onto the deck earlier.  It looked me in the eye, did its full repertoire of song, nodded its head in a manner like Dad used to, and then flew off with what sounded awfully like a chuckle.  Merry Christmas to you, too, Dad.

Totally love this layout, by the way! I’m a red fan, too, and this is so perfect for the festive season.

Elves. Remember the story of the cobbler who had his work done at night by elves?

My wife takes the basket of cleaned utensils from the dishwasher and literally DUMPS them into the drawer. Drives me nuts.

If you ever do have a resolution to this little mystery, I hope you post it.

Perhaps you really did it that way, just do not remember. Maybe the lad woke up and decided to prove that he was neater than you were.

Well, the lad claims that he didn’t do it. He looked at me a little oddly for even suggesting it. Like arranging silverware is on his mindmap anyplace.

So, either I was a walking around in my sleep when I put the silverware away or it’s just a mystery.

Pablo, your wife’s way would be my way if I hadn’t been programmed to use allotted cubbies for knives, forks, and spoons. It’s the right-brained way.

Blue, it’s a mystery, I tell you. 

Eleanor, that’s a lovely story. What would life be without these little incidents that reach between worlds.

Sounds like you have some Elves running rampant in your home! 

Yes, it surely seems like it. I’ve invited them to clean the closet next. 

There are fresh cookies for a reward!