There is a pair of women's panties on the grass in front of my house. They are not clean. They are not mine or K4's. No one will touch them. I have no idea how they got there, who they belong to, or how long they will stay there. We park there nearly every day. We keep our cars locked, so it's not like anyone was doing "the deed" in our backseats or anything. Likely, someone lost them from their laundry basket, but still...
The dog continues her bizarre behavior. This morning she nearly left the yard to check out the neighbors recycle bin. And she ate a pancake off of the counter. The second you get up, she's on your heels and generally appears to be waiting for more food to be left at her convenience. Her food dish is full. So is her water. We think she's being fed too much off of plates when people are done eating, so now she feels she deserves it and if we won't give it to her, she'll get it herself. Generally, we can leave food on the coffee table and her in the room alone with it and she won't even move. So, obviously, this behavior must stop. We're working on it.
There is a plastic spider/bug in the parking lot at the day job. Every couple of days, it will end up on someone's car to freak them out. It's hysterical, but weird how a plastic spider ended up in the parking lot. Also, on my way in the drive this morning, there was a kitchen sponge just laying in the middle of the road. It looked brand new, too.
It's Thursday! Yay! I'm beat though. 12 days until Retreat! Writing meeting this weekend! Sleeping in and a gender reveal picnic for my niece and her husband. And writing. Hopefully the weekend doesn't go by too fast.
That is all!