I don't know if you noticed that little twitter I put on the side there last night about feeling edgy in the big old house alone. (the kids were at my folks last night)
I was feeling kind of silly about it, see I had gotten home, and I went into one of the bathrooms and there was pee in the toilet where none of us had peed. Hmmmm I thought, that's weird.
I kinda blew that off, and went on line, did a little surfing, a little blog reading, e-mailed the man....and went upstairs.
Now one of the bedroom doors that they have asked us not to go into (teenage son, unbelievable mess) is always closed. Well, it was ajar.
The next room, where eldest is sleeping, I tried the handle and simply could not get it open. This is an old house, and sometimes those handles don't work right, so I let that ride. Went to the bathroom, got all ready for bed, and then noticed that youngest's bedroom door was closed, and I know we had left that room open; the cat cannot close doors.
I went to bed a LITTLE edgy....you know, sort of feelig like one of those characters in a horror flick who the audience is screaming at to leave as they open a door? Anyone yelling, "Just get out?"
Well, everything was fine.
Then when we came back this evening, we discovered an empty beer can in Eldest's room.
I don't think the cat can open the fridge, chose a brewski, crack it open, carry it upstairs, drink it all without spilling then leave it on a shelf behind a closed door.
Was I alone last night?
We're all here again, the kids and a Catalan girl who is here to learn English, and me....should be fine, but I'll leave the cell phone on.
I'm pretty sure it was one of the teenager's buddies scamming a free brew and wandering around. He may indeed have left before I got home.....