As if we own the yard or something.

Thank god, I was about to start googling "alison hurley + obituary."

So, a couple of days after I posted about cream cheese I went to the store and bought the next installment of cream cheese (back to the plain old baking brick) and got home and popped a bagel in to find that the cream cheese had not made it to my fridge. I checked all the places it could have been if it hadn't been left at the store - bags, the backseat of my car - to no avail. It was listed on the receipt, but since I was already out of my being-in-public clothes, there was no way in hell I was going back to reclaim the cream cheese. So I stretched the remaining whipped stuff as far as I could and went back the next day. Felt a bit like a crank inquiring after $2.39 worth of cream cheese, but when I said what I needed to and showed my receipt, the girl said, "Oh, yeah, we had one of those turned in last night."

And I can't tell you how happy it made me that they are keeping track of my lost cream cheese.

I had another long, convoluded story about cars and keys and how very absentminded and well-meaning we are in this family, but oi. Just take my word for it.