And then there's random
So. I'm culling my book collection and needed an empty box to store the reject books. To get an empty box, I had to unpack a box (presumably of books).
You know how you get to that last hour of packing and you lose all pretense of organization and just start throwing what's left in the drawers into available boxes? It was one of those. Among other random bits, it contained: (in random order of course)
* $3.47 in change
* 2 hair thingies
* 5 pens
* 2 candles
* 1 matchstick in a plastic bag (?)
* Six nails and 2 screws wrapped in muslin
* an orange cat (oh wait, that's a Beatrice**)
* a 1986 yearbook from the Cheshire Academy (!?)
* a spoon
I'm now sitting puzzled on the couch snapping green beans and occasionally looking over at the yearbook thinking, "?"
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**Beatrice has an internal radar for boxes. She was in the living room, I was in the bedroom. I turned to throw the match away, turned back around and she was sitting smugly in the box. She looked at me, tilted her head, and Meowed: "It's a box!" This repeated several times.
You know how you get to that last hour of packing and you lose all pretense of organization and just start throwing what's left in the drawers into available boxes? It was one of those. Among other random bits, it contained: (in random order of course)
* $3.47 in change
* 2 hair thingies
* 5 pens
* 2 candles
* 1 matchstick in a plastic bag (?)
* Six nails and 2 screws wrapped in muslin
* an orange cat (oh wait, that's a Beatrice**)
* a 1986 yearbook from the Cheshire Academy (!?)
* a spoon
I'm now sitting puzzled on the couch snapping green beans and occasionally looking over at the yearbook thinking, "?"
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**Beatrice has an internal radar for boxes. She was in the living room, I was in the bedroom. I turned to throw the match away, turned back around and she was sitting smugly in the box. She looked at me, tilted her head, and Meowed: "It's a box!" This repeated several times.