I enter the twilight zone...

Come to think of it, I am a little young to really know what the Twilight Zone was about. Everybody has heard of it, but I don't think I've ever actually seen it.

Nevertheless, I am in it.

Kids, yesterday was WEIRD. Weird with a capital Q weird. First, I spaced out and stood up my dear friend for coffee. I don't tend to space stuff entirely, but yesterday as I snoozed away I heard the phone ringing at 6:07, precisely 7 minutes after I was supposed to be down at the coffee shop, I woke up knowing I was off to a rocky start. The morning improved, after a bit of Life's Elixir and a good meeting with my boss. I came home for a very quick stop and somehow misplaced my keys (yes, the ones with the really cool pineapple keychain-if you've seen it, you would understand the tragedy we are talking about here).

After 2 whole hours of searching high and low, under beds (hello Mr. Giant Spider) and behind toilets (hello Mr. Giant Ball of Cat Hair) I gave up. They have disappeared into this legendary twilight zone, I am sure of it! It made me wonder, can things really just disappear? Poof! I suppose its possible, when I think on all the things that have seemed to mysteriously vanish. So, after searching until I was frustrated to tears, I determined that my keys are in some alternate universe drinking martinis with my favorite white sweater and my other gold hoop earring.

So, as if to cap off a perfectly bizarre but otherwise delightful day, I decided to make some cupcakes. This one even feels ridiculous just writing it! I decided that, since I wasn't going to be DRIVING anywhere for a while, I had time to make mini-cupcakes. And why not make some homemade frosting to make them really great? Sure. Things were going along splendidly until one traitorous mini-cupcake decided it was perfectly satisfied staying in the pan. Being so wound up over the missed date and missing keys, I finally lost my cool over the badly behaving cupcake. I grabbed it, burning my hand and tearing it in two. I opened my mouth to say something that decent young ladies don't say, and what came out? "O'MALLEY!" Yes, that's right folks. I was screaming my dog's name at half a cupcake.

No great moral lesson here today. Just me and my asylum buddies hanging out eating cupcake halves. Sigh...if anybody sees my keys, could you give me a call?