Don't Ask Why

It's weird here.

It's always been weird at home, though.  The Christmas card quotes are just the tip of the iceberg.  Maybe every house is this way (ours certainly was growing up)  -- I don't know.  If you asked "Why?" about every strange thing you'd drive yourself crazy.  To wit:

• There's a curly brown wig in Tupperware in the dining room.  I'm pretty sure it's a wig, anyway -- I poked it and it didn't move.  I think Fi wore this for her Irish dance demonstration at school on Friday.  (Tupperware?)
• The other residents here are a dog, a cat, two snakes, and four fish.  Friends of ours are out of town, so we're also taking care of their two gecko lizards and a fire-bellied toad.  When I go to PetsMart I have to get some combination of dog food, cat food, fish food, frozen mice, and live crickets.
• We have a set of refrigerator word magnets, encouraging random poetry.  Right now the fridge says "imagine|magic|monkey|music".
• I have some exercise equipment in my home office -- hand weights, a bench, etc.  Often when I go in there I see that the weights are off the rack and arranged in interesting forms around the room.  I suspect I have secretive house elves who have some interest in fitness, but short attention spans.
• At night Sparkles the Cat will sprint into a room at top speed, look around for a second or two, and then sprint right back out.  I have no idea what she's looking for, or running from, or running to.
• A certain 13-year old's favorite word combination is "sump pump".  Her voice always smiles when she says it, as the "ump" sounds play leap-frog.
• On weekends the boys take all of their pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals, pile them in Conor's room, and sleep on them on the floor -- they call it "the nest".  Lately they've been stuffing all of this inside their comforter covers, to create two "portable nests" they can drag around.
• Even though he weighs 55 pounds Elvis is convinced he's a lap dog, and doesn't understand why he doesn't fit on you on the chair.
• Strewn about the house are boys' pants, always with one leg inside out.  I haven't noticed yet if it's always the same leg.

So when I'm getting the winter blahs, or cabin fever, or whatever, I just imagine magic monkey music, and everything's a little better.  And a little weirder.

Pat