I have been known to frequently misplace things, or lose them temporarily as one of my boys so aptly puts it.
I think it is probably a symptom of trying to do too many things at once, or it could be an early onset of senility given my *ahem* progression in years... either or.
I leave things in the most bizarre places only to find them later and think to myself WTF?
Take for example the car keys I found in the freezer, the nail scissors in a pot plant, my earrings in the letter box, and a brand new unopened packet of Buscopan in my sewing kit.
I honestly have no idea what I was thinking or if I was even thinking when I put those things there.
I know I must have been distracted but I cant help but wonder what happened to whatever I was supposed to put there instead?
Like what was in my other hand when I put my car keys in the freezer?
Is a packet of frozen corn or sea scallops going to show up somewhere smelling like a bucket of amputated feet when I least expect it.
If the Buscopan is in the sewing kit, did I give the kids a couple of buttons to ease their tummy cramps?
Scary prospect really and to be honest I have no idea why I have even started this post by telling that story as it bears very little relevance to what I actually intended to write about.
There go the Squirrels again.....
What I did intend to talk about was how I seem to have misplaced my sense of humour this past week and then found it again in a pair of rank smelling slippers. My Slippers.
I was going to talk about how I was sitting on the couch and I got a whiff of something so putrid that I immediately upturned the couch expecting to find a decomposing something or other under it but found nothing.
I was going to admit to making my boys wear socks when they snuggled on the couch with me as I was convinced that their feet were somehow staining the fabric with a foul smell.
And then I was going to tell you how it was in the moment that my loyal dogs refused to snuggle at my feet and watch Ellen with me that I realised the stench could in fact be isolated to the pair of fluffy slippers I had been wearing for the past 5 days straight.
Yep, the stinker wink was me and when I took those slippers off and stuck my nose in them for a good old sniff, you know just to be sure they were indeed the culprits, my life flashed before my eyes and I saw angels.
Slight over exaggeration with the angels bit, but I did start laughing, like hilariously snorting, cross your legs and try to breathe kind of insane laughing.
And just like that after a week of moping I found my sense of humour where I had left it, in a pair of rank smelling sheepskin slippers.
So what was the point of this post?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I found My Village