Freak. Me. Out.
It has been raining here.
It has been freaking raining here. Getting concussion from all the cats and dogs. Flood warnings and everything. My house is surrounded by a moat, so that must make me a princess. Bow to me.
The rain that been unrelenting for the last couple of days so I have a backlog of washing to do. I am trying to do it as space, time and Boo shitting on bedding permits.
Yesterday morning I stumbled out of bed bleary eyed hearing the rain outside. Bugger, I thought. Yeah, I know we are in a freaking murderous drought and the price of everything is going up because of it, but for crying out loud I DON’T NEED IT IN MY BACKYARD thankyouverymuch.
So I stumbled into the laundry, wiping the remnants of sleep from my eyes, my hair that came loose during the night falling in a curtain in front of me as I reached into the washing machine to drag out the load I put in last night. And put the newly urine soaked doona in.
As I stood up I glanced out the window.
Huh?
I battled with my hair to get it out of the way, waist length hair has a freakin’ mind of its own, I tried to focus on what confronted me with no caffeine in my system.
WTF?
I stood there blinking, my heart racing. How on earth are there HANDPRINTS on the wet fence. I walked outside with the dustbuster as protection from the bogeyman (hey it’s heavy and the first thing I saw besides suffocating Jason or Freddy, I’m thinking Damien would be too short, with Boo’s dripping wet doona!) to get a closer look.
I glanced over the fence. No one there. I touched the handprints.
They were DRY! They were freakin’ DRY!!!! I am standing in a moat for Christsakes and these handprints are completely dry.
I was seriously freaking out by now. I ran inside to get the girls.
Moo looked at me like ‘This is some freaky shit’, Too was like ‘Can I go back to bed now?’
When DH finally surfaced a couple of hours later (asshole) I showed him.
Turns out the DickHead had oil on his hands after the Harry Potter potions class and wiped them on the fence.
As you do.
And that was the cause of the freaky handprints. That are still there.
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9 Responses to “Freak. Me. Out.”
November 5th, 2007 at 3:06 am
I’m glad you figured it out because if I was you (and please pardon my language) that would have freaked my shit out.
I have pictures of my front stoop where there are just two little wet footprints and everything else was dry.
We still haven’t figured that one out.
November 5th, 2007 at 6:31 am
You a freakin insane! But I still luvs ya!
Enjoy the rain
November 5th, 2007 at 7:33 am
Oh Kelley, I can understand your first freakout…
But that is funny….
I wish we had the rain with us..
November 5th, 2007 at 7:50 am
I’ve been watching the news … Hope you’re not in the flooded zones! Cool hand prints
November 5th, 2007 at 7:52 am
I couldn’t work out what it’d be….
Funny. Did you kill him???
November 5th, 2007 at 9:57 am
I heard on th news about the flooding. Hope you aren’t too badly affected.
When you said they were dry handprints, I immediately thought ‘oil’ or ‘wax’. Maybe because the deck on my last house had oil all over it and it never looked wet.
November 5th, 2007 at 12:51 pm
Whoa! That’s sooo spooky. Haha, awesome!
November 5th, 2007 at 5:59 pm
Definately not something I would want to see before coffee.. Excellent! Your descriptions make me giggle. cheers Kim.
November 6th, 2007 at 2:34 am
PMSL that is the freakiest and coolest thing ever, i must remember that to freak people out at a later date (dont have any wooden fences that would work on at the moment, but what a fantastic idea).
I can just see you with loose hair peering through a window in horror, my first thought at reading it was that boo must have gotten out and been hanging on the fence while it was raining. Very glad to hear it wasnt him.
Hugs!
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