They Always Come in Threes

I know that people usually say that bad things always come in threes, but this week I've just had weird things happening to me.  Well, two weird things to be exact.

First, I got a call from the office manager at the job I had right before I came to work here.  I haven't talked to her since I left, almost 10 months ago, so I immediately thought that I had royally f'ed up somehow and they were calling me to try to figure out what the hell I had done.  Not exactly.  She had just called to ask if I wanted to come to the office party they were having up in one of the canyons today.  That's it.  I really liked working at that office and everyone was really nice, but... it just left me really confused. 

Second, I was unlocking the door to our condo a couple of days ago and, right as I opened the door, a moth fell from the door jamb and straight down the front of my v-neck sweater.  I freaked out a little bit because I haaaaaate moths to begin with, and I most especially hate them when they are trying to set up shop in my shirt.  Well, I did my best to get it out by hopping up and down and going "ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew" while flapping my shirt around.  I didn't see anything come out, but I thought it must have just flown away and I didn't see it.  But it kept bothering me.  Then, later, when I told Joel about it, I started feeling around inside my bra (which, I don't know how you wear a bra, but I wear mine right next to my skin) and I touched something that was most definitely not anything that I would usually find while rooting around in my bra.  Crumbs?  Sometimes.  Joel's hands?  Every time I goddamn turn around.  But this?  This was a dirty, dirty MOTH that had been kicking it in MY BRA next to MY LADY LUMPS.  AAAAAHHHHHH!  It sends shivers down my spine just talking about it!

And now I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  What will it be?  Is one of the skinless bodies from the museum exhibit next door going to come over and ask to borrow a cup of sugar?  Will I meet Paris Hilton and find that she's actually not as horrible as she seems to be and we actually have a lot in common?  Oh, god, let it be the skinless corpse.

Comments

[Mel]

Have you seen the skinless bodies display? Frankly, I would be terrified living practically next door to all those exposed muscles and organs and veins and shit posed in those strange positions. Ewwwww!!!! That might even be Ewwwier than the lady-lump-loving moth.

For the third weird third thing, maybe you'll come home to find one of the skinless bodies inside your house posed on the arm of your couch as though it is a pommel horse. And another one dangling from your hanging pot holder like the parallel bars. After all, they are former athletes or something, right? Now that's what I would call a Halloween miracle.