Weird Things Keep Happening to Me

Sometimes I stand in our closet just staring at the racks. Lift up a shirt and place it with another one. No. Try again. This can take quite some time sometimes. It happened a week ago as I prepared for a birthday dinner for my sister and her husband. At last I settled on a black shirt with a pink undershirt, a combination unheard of for me.

Or so I thought.

At the party my sister gave me some photos she took at my birthday dinner in May. I was wearing the same combination, black and pink. I haven't worn that combo anytime in between.

Now how weird is that?

Okay, here's another one. A day or so later I wasn't feeling well. Headache, of course. As I approached the kitchen I thought to myself "what should I have?" and just then the Wiggles on TV sang "drink drink, drink some water." And I did.

AND... On Saturday I was on my way to pick up Divina at my mom's house when I found a dog walking down the middle of the street. It was obviously lost and a pet. I brought him home and set to finding his owner. I borrowed a crate, food, and toys from my sister who mentioned that a friend of my step-mom has a dog that fits that description who lives in the area. Later that night it finally occurred to me that she might be listed in the phone book. I called her and said "My sister told me that you have a dog and I found a dog today and was wondering if might happen to be missing one." In fact, she was missing the dog and quickly came over to retrieve it. Ha!