Saturday, March 27, 2010
The boogie man must be real.
Well I am here to tell you that the “boogie man” must be real and he lives with us. It is the only way I can explain how everything gets left out at my house. It never fails, I walk into the office to find the crayons and coloring book out, or kids coats will be on the floor rather than hung up, or various toys will be around the house. However, when I say who left “this” out, all three answer, “not me.” And when I even suggest that someone may have forgotten that it was them, oh my gosh, they are so offended that I don’t believe them. My question is do they not see the craziness of the fact that NO one left these items out. Do they think we have little invisible friends that live here, or perhaps and army of ants came through to play a practical joke on us. Well, I have resolved myself to the fact that it must be the “boogie man.” When I was in high school my Dad used to claim he lived in the crawl space under our old farmhouse. So I just figure he has relocated and is living here.