Thursday, February 14, 2008

Why Exaggerate When Stuff Like This Happens?

I opened my front door this morning and found that someone had left me a Valentine treat on my doorstep! Getting presents, in whatever fashion they arrive, is my favorite. But getting them mysteriously dropped on the doorstep is even MORE my favorite.

Except, perhaps, when that present is a partially used 20lb bag of cat litter.

At first I thought it was a gift from the Ghost of Valentine's Day Future come to give me a wake up call. But the note attached explained that one of my neighbors (the one that stole my iron, incidentally) is moving out and thought that I might be able to make use of the litter.

This is a nice thought, except for that I don't have a cat. And I'm not really keen on pets in general. And it's VALENTINE'S DAY. And presents given on Valentine's Day should be of the chocolate or candy heart or diamond variety. Not of the turd receivership variety.

Take it from me, if you're a single girl in your 30s and let's just say you're a librarian and maybe you have a slight phobia about being destined to become a crazy cat lady, the last thing - and I do mean the VERY LAST THING - you want to see on your front step on Valentine's morning is a 20 lb bag of cat litter. That's just cruel. Ironic and cruel.

8 comments:

Ruth & Ryan said...

Things like this could only happen to you....and lucky for us we get to laugh about it on your blog!

Camie said...

Ok, so when you told me this story on the phone yesterday I had to hold in the laughter because I was sitting at my desk in an office full of people....and now once again I am sitting at my desk holding in the laughter with tears running down my face reading this. I really just can't believe it.

Miss Hass said...

Hoo boy, that's a good one.

Joseph said...

BWAHAHAHA! I have no words for this.

Julie said...

they must have still been bent out of shape about the whole iron incident . . . harsh . . . truly harsh

karen said...

Brutal. You maybe coulda sprinkled some kitty litter in some sandwiches and given them back to said neighbor like in The Little Rascals.

Janell said...

That dratted bag of cat litter did nothing to freshen the scent of your house either. Heinous!

I mourn for your ill fortune and snicker at your good humor.

Lizarita said...

Gretchen-this post really made me laugh out loud. Too funny!