Strange Happenings

There I was, getting my daughter's hair ready before her dance class-- I was giving her a bunch of little braids in her waves; very bohemian-- when I heard an odd little noise. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. It was this little squeaky noise. At first, I thought it was the floor. But, no, it couldn't be. Tested it. It's not. My shoes? No, wearing slippers. It was driving me nuts. Then I realized it. I didn't believe it at first because it's just too weird, but it is true. My bra squeaks.

So what's the first thing I do? I squeeze my boob to check it out. Yep, the bra. She squeaks. Isn't that the weirdest thing? I've never had this happen before. So I run over to my mom and say, "Hey, mom! Check this out! My bra squeaks!" and honk my boob at her. She, of course, says, "Weird! Do that again!" and leans in to hear it better.

That's when I turn around and notice that my daughter is staring at us like we've lost our minds. I release my breast and shoo her into her coat. She's going to be late for dance class. She looks relieved to not have to discuss this odd situation and kisses me before she runs to her grandfather's car. The boy? He notices nothing. Just throws me a kiss and stumbles after his sister. Poor girl. You'd think she'd be used to me by now.

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I've noticed that I've got the whole house singing my idiotic cat songs to the cat. My poor cat looks harrassed. It's the funniest thing.