My dad's won all kinds of stuff through the years. He won a car when he was a kid, and a mattress or a bed or something, or maybe money from a mattress company, when he and my mom were first married, and recently he won a freezer. Big stuff.
I'm always suspicious, too--I almost deleted the email telling me about the CD player. I've worried about that, because I get so much spam that I'm pretty ruthless about deleting it. If I don't recognize the sender (or, obviously, if the subject is either "Get Rich Quick" or "Get Viagra Without a Prescription"), I delete it. I do try to briefly look at the ones that are questionable, but since I seem to get more spam than I do real mail, it's a big job.
And then the viruses hit and I get a succession of emails with scary attachments . . .
Email isn't as much fun as it used to be.
Let's see, what else exciting has happened today . . . Oh, I shut Dinah up in the laundry room, accidentally. The "laundry room" is actually more of an alcove, just a small room off the hallway with the washer and dryer in it, and some cabinets above and a clothing rod, and folding doors like closet doors.
I had dried a load of laundry this morning, and I grabbed a pair of jeans on my way up to the bedroom to get dressed, and then closed the doors. When I got back downstairs I picked up my stuff and started out the door, and I heard the laundry room door creak open. I thought, well, that's weird, it must just not have been closed all the way, and I went back over to close it, and just happened to look inside, and Dinah was sitting on the dryer. She had pushed a stack of towels off, and they had pushed the door open.
She likes to lay on top of the dryer when it's running, but I don't like to leave the doors open because she also likes to jump up on top of the cabinets, then profess to be unable to get down, and have to be rescued. But I guess this morning I left the doors open, and she got up there behind the towels, and I didn't notice her.
I picked up her and took her upstairs, and told Bob, "I shut Dinah in the laundry room!" and he said, "All night?"
In retrospect, I guess that must be why I couldn't get to sleep last night for wondering if I had shut Dinah in somewhere. I couldn't think of anyplace that I'd been that she might be, but she wasn't in her chair, and I just had a vague worry that she was shut up somewhere. I woke up in the night and looked over and she was in the chair, so the fear was (at that time) unfounded.
Sunday morning I dreamed that Bob came home from his fishing weekend early in the morning rather than going directly to work as he had planned, and he did come home first, surprising me, although it wasn't early in the morning.
Another of those days when I wish that my psychic moments would be just a little more well-defined.
