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The return of Mulder and Scully in my dreams!
( And I'll be damned if we weren't also in Narnia! )
Edit: In other news, I noticed yesterday that one of the stalls in our bathroom had been shut tight all day long; the silence eminating from said stall indicated to me that it was either empty or occupied by a dead person. I was too chicken to make a proper investigation. Finally, at around 10 pm, Rachel returned, and the Corner of Awesomeness discussed the anomoly. Perhaps, we reasoned, someone had been Secretly Pregnant and either given birth or had a miscarriage in there, or perhaps someone had just been really drunk and passed out onto the floor, then awoken and dragged themselves out from underneath instead of opening the stall the conventional way. But we were determined to Get To The Bottom Of This. And since I was the littlest, I was the one who got to weasel her way under the door to open it.
Well, there was nothing in the toilet and no one in the stall. But I DID manage to bang my knee on the side of the stall going in--and since we live in an old building, our stalls are made of MARBLE. It hurt. And my leg was sore today, so I rolled up my pantleg... and I have a huuuuuge bruise. Quite a pretty shade of violet, I must say.
*prods it*
Ow.
( And I'll be damned if we weren't also in Narnia! )
Edit: In other news, I noticed yesterday that one of the stalls in our bathroom had been shut tight all day long; the silence eminating from said stall indicated to me that it was either empty or occupied by a dead person. I was too chicken to make a proper investigation. Finally, at around 10 pm, Rachel returned, and the Corner of Awesomeness discussed the anomoly. Perhaps, we reasoned, someone had been Secretly Pregnant and either given birth or had a miscarriage in there, or perhaps someone had just been really drunk and passed out onto the floor, then awoken and dragged themselves out from underneath instead of opening the stall the conventional way. But we were determined to Get To The Bottom Of This. And since I was the littlest, I was the one who got to weasel her way under the door to open it.
Well, there was nothing in the toilet and no one in the stall. But I DID manage to bang my knee on the side of the stall going in--and since we live in an old building, our stalls are made of MARBLE. It hurt. And my leg was sore today, so I rolled up my pantleg... and I have a huuuuuge bruise. Quite a pretty shade of violet, I must say.
*prods it*
Ow.
