I am insane
If we go by that definition of doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result
or perhaps even if we don’t use that definition.
Here’s what happens:
When I come in from a run with the dog
and by “run” I may mean mostly walking, I take off my shoes (not that anyone else does around here…or not that I’m bitter) and put them here–
Later, every day at some point, the dog gets excited about something near the front door, evil brown truck, a dog getting walked, a raccoon ambling by, whatever. With her emotions overflowing, she then needs to put something in her mouth
I have no idea where she could have learned this….
She doesn’t chew it or eat
unlike me; she just walks and wiggles around with it in her mouth.
Oh, that’s so cute, Wendy. That shouldn’t make you crazy!
This time I was lucky. It got dropped early on, not out in the
weeds grass or piles of old leaves where I find it weeks later wet and 3 shades darker from the Pacific Northwest treatment.
The crazy enters when it’s time for me to go walk that very dog and either have 2 right shoes or 1 shoe from each pair (yes, I have left the house with two different shoes on) or 0 shoes. At which point I holler “What the hell?! Have you seen my other shoe??! Where is my other shoe??”
And the Hubs says, without any show of even pretending to consider the matter, that stock comeback gem of husbands all around the planet: “I don’t know.”
So, all that *waves hand in large circular motion* makes me CRAZY.
And I keep putting my shoes in that basket.
And my dog is almost 12 years old.
I am insane.