Oh crap, not again

I do wish the Cosmos or the Powers That Be or the Great Whoever would stop messing with me and leave me alone.

I tried, I really truly tried to ignore those numbers that keep popping up. I tried to not notice that is isn't just the 11:11's this time but 12:12 and 2:222 and the like.

But there is NO WAY to ignore the winged things.... IN MY CRAFT ROOM! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!!! One night it was a moth. Ok. We get an occasional moth but the lightning bug? Yes ladies and gentlemen a lightning bug, full lighted butt and all.

Doing his lightning bug dance around my head and shaking his glowing booty.

nononononononono

I am in no state to lose anyone else be it furred or not!!! i don't want to be singled out unless the whatever come with a note telling me EXACTLY what I must prepare for.

As if that wasn't bad enough, now I am seeing things out of the corner of my eye. This happens to me now and again when I think I see something scurrying past only there is nothing to scurry. Usually when this happens it means whatever psychic gifts I have are ramping up for a great be HELLO! I wouldn't mind so much if I could pick lotto numbers but it is usually something stupid like where I left my car keys or the like. For awhile there I was really good at finding lost things but then the power fades and I'm as close to normal as I will ever get.

So here I am dealing with paint the house and repair all repairs that have been ignored since who knows when, to will something screw up settlement, to will business ever pick up again, to where in god's name am I going to find a puppy for Josh's birthday and why do I have to pick it out, to I can't craft worth a crap unless you count me drooling on a doodle and smearing it.

And now, today, at lunch.... the fork.

We went to a pizza place, the kind where you serve yourself and has their utensils prewrapped in a napkin. The husband ordered while I grabbed the bundles and found us a booth. Husband comes and sits awhile, then goes up to the counter to wait because the place is becoming noisey and when he comes pack with the pizza, his fork is gone.

He had opened his napkin, the knife is still there but the fork is gone. I hadn't left the booth, no one passed the booth, the fork wan;t on the table or under it or in a crack in the seat or on the window ledge or under the pizza or over the pizza. The freakin fork was gone!

What the hell is THAT supposed to mean. Is it the great cosmos, Powers That Be yada yada yada's way of simply saying to me....fork you.


Undoubtedly.