My ghosts make me pay.

That is truly bizarre. You should buy the ghosts a piece of candy and place it near where the money came from.

No change this morning. The ghosts need 45 more cents before I can buy a candy bar from the machine for them.

Don't do it! Save the money for art.

I just remembered THIS:

My neighbors are going to Europe for a week. We will be feeding their animals (sheep, rabbits, cows) so I will only have time to eat, sleep, and smell like livestock. :eek: YAY! :neutral:

wow

You deserve the best neighbor award.

I can't find the gift certificates someone gave me for Washtenaw Dairy, the traditional end-of-year desination for my kids' school :(

I have, however, found a small area of floor in my "office", and nearly filled my ginormous recycling wheelie bin -and only a fraction of the 10 years' stash of New Scientist are in there so far........

Pack-rat is unpacking. Rattliy. I want my gift certificates! We want donuts and ice cream without paying for them!

There has been a rash of thefts lately. Woodchuck carcuses...carcii...carcusses (?), gift certificates, brain cells.

Everything is going missing.

Went to the dentist today.
I knew my gums were slightly inflamed - it happens sometimes and then passes.
Anyway, she recommended I saw the hygienist. £45. Hell no!
Not wanting to play up to the sterotype of bad English dental attitudes, but I just can't afford it. £17 check-up every six months is bad enough.

I'll follow her other recommendations re getting a single bristle brush for my wisdom tooth (half out and the first time I've ever had it officially confirmed) and going back to Corsodyl mouthwash for a while. But I've self-prescribed Corsodyl for myself before anyway, and it sorts things out.

I haven't been to a hygienist for approx 20 years and I have no fillings and have never had a tooth extracted. It's going to happen at some point I assume, simply due to age, and I don't think a hygienist will be able to prevent that.

My teeth and I reckon we're getting by okay and would rather spend £45 on high-sugar foods and drunken carousing. Or at least putting money aside for Glasgow; in which case only the latter applies. I haven't heard my liver's opinion on that recently though... Am planning a spot of teetotalling in the months prior...

But a ghost threw change at me.

Hey yeah, glatt, any more spectral earnings lately?

Me and one other woman heard a noise in the ceiling today. I thought it sounded like someone's water breaking and she thought it sounded like something fell. She kept thinking the ceiling was going to fall on her head.

Strangely, the hallway smells like either a sewer tunnel or a hog barn. Probably some student crawled up into the ceiling and died there.

Get yourself a Sou'Wester until they fix that busted sewer main. Seriously.

I'd be calling your maintenance folks if I were you.

"Hi, I heard something like water splashing up in the ceiling, and now it smells like a sewer in here." That will get them moving.

I often find spare change on the street.
It starts off with 20p and 50p pieces, then all of a sudden I'm finding £1 and £2 coins. Stacks of them! At which point I almost always click that it's a dream. In fact I sometimes try to stay in the dream-illusion hoping that it will still be real money if I do.

If a ghost in the machine started spewing coins at me, there is a possibility that I would have tried to fly. And maybe naked. Because it would have had to be a dream, right?

In reality, I appreciate your sensible approach to this.
I could so easily imagine it as a portent in a horror film.

Where the next scene is your radio suddenly turning itself on.
And your newspaper horoscope predicting death every day.
And every light changing to red just as you reach it.
And getting a pimple on the inside of your nose!

Keep a rational mind.
Just be wary.