I don't get how sometimes I go to put on my shoes and shoes that were missing yesterday are now sitting nicely in a pair and the shoes I want to wear are just gone. I determine, then, that little people come into my room and switch them around just to mess with me. Then they sit back and Laugh ... and Laugh. But since there is at least 50% of me that believes that it IS possible that little people are coming into my room and messing with my shoes (and other miscellaneous objects) I'll sometimes slip this into conversation.
"Damnit! Little gnomes are running rampant in my room again."
Most often the conversation receiver will just continue as if I've said nothing because it's just one of those odd things that Erin sometimes says.
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