Something is following me. I kid you not. Before the move, I distinctly remember packing trash into neat and tidy black bags. Said black bags were supposed to end up in the large trash can outside the old rental.
Now, I never saw the black bags leave the house and come to the new one. Obviously, I would have put and end to it and told whoever was carrying it that they could leave it in the trash, thank you.
But they followed me. Yes they did! I never saw them, but I am finding their contents unpacked into my cupboards!
I kid you not!
Take yesterday, for instance. I remember two of the children's games from our game collection. One, I packed into a box that was labeled GARAGE SALE. This was because the game, though very cool, could burn through a D battery in approximately 25 minutes. That, my friends, is a good reason to get rid of a game. So I thought I would sell it to some unsuspecting person. The other game, I remember throwing in the aforementioned black trash bags because it had broken and missing parts, and had also proven highly annoying.
Both of these games are now in the game closet here at the new house!
I tell you, I am being followed by my stuff!
Tonight, with Si as my witness, I am going to attempt to discard these games, along with a few other items that seem to have risen from the proverbial dead. After that, we'll see if they come crawling back to me or not. I'm hoping I'm just paranoid and my stuff isn't really following me around...