I do not have a particular topic to talk about today, so I'll just tell you what's been happening around here. So grab a mug of coffee or maybe your favorite snack and buckle up, because it's going to be a wild ride.
Around 1:30 this morning, the time when I am usually not even close to tottering towards bed, I was, by some strange miracle, drifting off to sleep. I was in that hazy, foggy state that most people enter just before dropping off, when I was jolted awake by the doorbell ringing. I lay there, trying to convince myself that I imagined it (I once read that humans often do that after hearing a strange noise- they have to hear it more than once to admit that something is wrong.)
Silence. I turned over and- it rang again. And again. And again. Now, there's something you need to understand about our doorbell. It doesn't make that normal, unthreatening ding-dong sound. It blasts the first measure of The Farmer in The Dell. You know those toys that play obnoxious, tinny songs, and then the on/off switch breaks and it won't stop so you just give up and vengefully rip the batteries out? Well, the doorbell is worse than that. Also, the tune of The Farmer in The Dell sounds inexplicably creepy in the wee hours of the morning.
I saw lights go on in the hallway and heard murmuring as someone went to answer the door. I sort of just sat on my bed like this:
It was neither of those situations, by the way. It was a total anti-climax. One of our neighbors noticed that the trunk of one of our vehicles had been left open, so naturally, he came over to tell us. And ring the doorbell 17 times. At 1:30 in the morning. I have no further comments on the subject.
I have developed a slight addiction to Wintergreen Lifesavers. They're just so minty and fresh and all snug in their cute little individual wrappers.
I realized this past week it is never a good idea to let the hair straightener salesmen guy in the mall demonstrate on your hair. He will sell you his product or die trying. Also, he left two random pieces of hair curled with the rest of it straight and I had to do the rest of my shopping looking like I tried to curl my hair but just gave up.
I confess that I have not tried any new pumpkin recipes lately. You see, it is a struggle between my adventurous baking spirit and the fear that it won't come out looking like the pristine picture on Pinterest:
If you were a pumpkin, what carving would you get for fall? I would get a leaf. Or maybe a snowflake or a unicorn. Or perhaps I would just say: