I was walking down the hall at work when suddenly I had the irrational fear that I had not put on matching shoes this morning. I looked down in a panic and of course, I was wrong, my shoes match. What the hell?
My left heel hurts this morning. I have no idea why. It didn't hurt when I went to bed, but it hurt when I woke up. (Note: this is not the ankle I broke three years ago.) Did I chase rabbits in my sleep like dogs do? And if so, does that count as a workout, because I totally want credit for that shit.
Speaking of irrational, Rock's stepfather locked himself out of his house the other day. That wasn't the irrational part. He came up to our house to see if Rock had a key to their house (again, not the irrational part - in addition to being family, we're also their closest neighbors). Rock did have a key and went down and unlocked their house and let him back in. Here I should explain that while we are their closest neighbors, our houses are separated by a pretty thick woods. You cannot see their house from ours or vice versa. Have I made you wait long enough for the irrational part? Well, apparently, he wasn't fully dressed. Now, when Rock told me this story, he said his stepfather was "half naked" and didn't specify. Well, he gardens and just generally works outside with plants and trees and such and so I thought Rock meant the guy had on pants and no shirt. Not the case. Seems he had on a shirt that just barely covered his naughty bits and a pair of boots. And that was it. Moral of the story: If you're going to go running around outside naked or nearly so, hide a full set of clothes in your car or somewhere else accessible in case you lock yourself out of your house. I swear to God, I would kill to hear the full story on that one.