Today, I finally got my desk cleaned off. Well, almost. Four times today I’ve had my keyboard drawer cleaned off down to the keyboard and mouse.
Four times.
It’s not cleaned off now.
I swear–seriously!–my desk abhors a vacuum. Clean it off? “Stuff” creeps out from some space in some interstice between universes and plops itself on my desk. Really. Today, I found some pictures–just sitting out in the open on my desk–that I HAVE NOT SEEN FOR 12 YEARS. Pictures of me that I had been SURE I’d thrown out (because, like every picture I ever had taken for a yearbook–these as a teacher–they were ugly as sin, that is, looked exactly like me. *heh*). My Wonder Woman asked me to give her one of them, because she’d never seen them before (and has the typical perceptual problem of Good Women: she is unable to see just how ugly I am :-)).
Cue Rod Serling.
You do understand the principle of the conservation of matter and energy right? Well, I think that your “twilight zone” moment might explain my missing socks.
You see when I do my laundry, there always seem to be mis-matched socks, and fewer socks in total after the process. I think that they must be slipping into another dimension, probably taken one at a time by an extra-dimensional thief with a sock fetish. Then, in a fit of guilt this thief decides to repay our universe and slips other things onto your desk. Things that he stole some twelve years earlier while you thought they were in your trash bin.
I’m wondering if some twelve years in the future I will have to start cleaning my socks off of my computer keyboard and desk.
Lord, I hope not.
🙂
Perri, That’s a close order approximation of my own thoughts on the matter, save for the fact that I hadn’t considered an interdimensional thief (or packrat or jay?). I was thinking more along the lines of the famous portion of The Deteriorata:
*heh*