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Good morning, class.
I woke up and apparently that was the wrong thing to do, since all manner of weird crap has happened since then.
First off, I stumbled to the bathroom, because that's what you do first thing upon waking. Even before taking the dogs outside (which isn't the case if you have a puppy. Puppies go outside before anything. Important safety tip).
The bathroom door is closed, the stopper is plugging the sink and the toilet lid is closed. Those of you living with men know that at least one of those things never happens when a man is in the house.
So I popped my head into Alan's office, though I didn't say anything because he was on the phone at the time. What I would have said was "WTF..." since at some point between him waking up, and me waking up, he'd rearranged his office. Okay, fine. Something scary is going on, but I didn't ask.
Instead, I went to clean the kitchen. Since I have to let the dogs out anyway, and there's no tv or radio or people talking in the kitchen, this is the perfect 'first thing in the morning' activity. I can't stand chatter and noise when I first wake up. It's like fingernails on the chalkboard. Anyhow. Clean the kitchen, get all the trash together so Alan can take it to the dump.
Alan is off the phone, comes into the kitchen, grabs a coffee cup and fills it with water, and walks back toward his office. Now I'm insanely curious, so I follow.
"Do I want to know?" I ask warily.
"Probably not." He replies.
Which, of course, means I definitely want to know.
"Then you better tell me." Which makes perfect sense in Cassie's world.
"I've decided to practice Feng Shui. My desk now faces east. I need water in a glass vessel in the center of my work space. The bathroom door has to stay closed, and the toilet seat and the sink have to be covered."
"I see. If this works, are we headed toward voodoo? I just need to know." I'm actually semi-serious about this.
"Nope. No voodoo." And I'm certainly hoping he's at least semi-serious, as well.
"Okay. Because if I wake up some morning and there's chanting and sheep's entrails hanging from the walls, we're going to have to have a talk." I'm definitely serious about that.
"Nope, no chanting, no sheep's guts."
"Excellent."
We're just going to leave it at that, and see what happens.
So.
How's everyone this bright and shiny Wednesday afternoon?
I woke up and apparently that was the wrong thing to do, since all manner of weird crap has happened since then.
First off, I stumbled to the bathroom, because that's what you do first thing upon waking. Even before taking the dogs outside (which isn't the case if you have a puppy. Puppies go outside before anything. Important safety tip).
The bathroom door is closed, the stopper is plugging the sink and the toilet lid is closed. Those of you living with men know that at least one of those things never happens when a man is in the house.
So I popped my head into Alan's office, though I didn't say anything because he was on the phone at the time. What I would have said was "WTF..." since at some point between him waking up, and me waking up, he'd rearranged his office. Okay, fine. Something scary is going on, but I didn't ask.
Instead, I went to clean the kitchen. Since I have to let the dogs out anyway, and there's no tv or radio or people talking in the kitchen, this is the perfect 'first thing in the morning' activity. I can't stand chatter and noise when I first wake up. It's like fingernails on the chalkboard. Anyhow. Clean the kitchen, get all the trash together so Alan can take it to the dump.
Alan is off the phone, comes into the kitchen, grabs a coffee cup and fills it with water, and walks back toward his office. Now I'm insanely curious, so I follow.
"Do I want to know?" I ask warily.
"Probably not." He replies.
Which, of course, means I definitely want to know.
"Then you better tell me." Which makes perfect sense in Cassie's world.
"I've decided to practice Feng Shui. My desk now faces east. I need water in a glass vessel in the center of my work space. The bathroom door has to stay closed, and the toilet seat and the sink have to be covered."
"I see. If this works, are we headed toward voodoo? I just need to know." I'm actually semi-serious about this.
"Nope. No voodoo." And I'm certainly hoping he's at least semi-serious, as well.
"Okay. Because if I wake up some morning and there's chanting and sheep's entrails hanging from the walls, we're going to have to have a talk." I'm definitely serious about that.
"Nope, no chanting, no sheep's guts."
"Excellent."
We're just going to leave it at that, and see what happens.
So.
How's everyone this bright and shiny Wednesday afternoon?
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I broke out laughing at this sentence...
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Did he make sure that his desk is facing the door too?
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Or maybe something strange.
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I just can't top that. Though I did have a pleasant DMV experience. Is that odd enough to at least be in the running?
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But.
There are just no words.
Or, well. I guess I found lots of words? But my mind is still a little numb.
Not that I disbelieve in Feng Shui, or believe in it. Just. This is Alan. He's a Capricorn. He doesn't do shit like this.
I'm Pisces. This is the kind of shit I do.
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*giggles*
As an Aquarius, it's the kind of shit I do, too. But no. Not the more practical Capricorns!
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Right. I dated one, once? Didn't again.
Great guy, but I drove him nuts.
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Pisces and Capricorn can work. Really.
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They can...I think?
I know who Aquarians match well with. Capricorns are not it.
Pices on the other hand....;-)
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I tend to get on well with Pices--note you and Dae--but I did have one call me an ice princess once.
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Ice princess? *snorts* Okay... I mean, not all of us fish can be perfect, I guess?
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Hee! I know...ummm...You two might be it active in my life right now.
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... Okay, maybe I'm a little less than objective?
I know three other pisces, besides myself. Um. Only three? Hmm. I thought there was one more. Maybe not.
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Wow...there are a ton of Aquarians running around on Lexie's flist. Like....10 at least? I only know 2 of them well.
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I think.
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You'd better believe it.
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Have fun.