Feeling: whimsical
Listening to: Alkaline Trio - Emma
Reading/Watching: HP V - Didn't make much progress.

Today, the young married couple who's just been put in charge of social events for the apartment complex stopped by.

Nimsay and I have been trying to go to one of their planned thingies, just because we don't want to be antisocial and would like to know our neighbors in case we're ever attacked by wild dogs and need someone to notice we're gone before the smell drifts outside.

So we invited the couple in, and were chatting, and I surreptitiously cased the apartment, making sure there was no underwear hanging on furniture (hey, don't ask, stranger things have happened), no blatantly gross dishes on the table, took the hammer off the box of Kleenex (what was it doing there?), basically hiding anything that would convince them that we were half as strange and crazy as we actually are.

After a few minutes, they left again, and I walked them to the door, and we finished watching Personal Velocity, and it wasn't until I was clearing off the dinner dishes when I realized we still have a shopping cart in our living room. Not a very common home furnishing.

Nimsay and I have become somewhat anesthetized to the sight, since we keep forgetting to take it back, but it's there, big as Texas, shiny with the cute little orange I.D. plates from the grocery store. Just under the window. Plain sight.

Nimsay didn't understand at first why I burst out laughing; I really wonder what the cheery couple thought of Larceny's presence, there between the couch and the TV.

We really should return her at some point.

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