I have an active imagination. There are times simple silly things creep me out. Hmmm…looks like a tiny bloody footprint on my sink. Ok, there are a few obvious scenarios here.
One, a tiny flat footed, three toed Barbie bled on my sink. Possibly she’s bloody because a few of her toes were chopped off when she stubbed them on the shards from the saucer I broke yesterday…And she’s after me. Problem we have no Barbies in our household. Let’s move on to the next one.
Two, the hubby had a creative urge or a devious desire to spook me and painstakingly dribbled the pasta sauce on the sink in the shape of a tiny foot. Yes, it is marinara sauce. No, I did not lick it to prove it. Ahh, doubt this story; not the part about my licking it but the part about my hubby’s creative urge. However, the part about spooking me is entirely possible.
Three, an evil water sprite lives in my kitchen drain system. Now really, I was researching fairies for an art quilt and ran across a site about them. And I thought all fairies were sweet and cute. I was going to put a fairy on the mermaid quilt panel for my goddaughter; better rethink that one.
Four, the powers of the universe just happened to drip the pasta sauce into the shape of a mini three toed flat foot, and I just happen to have a weird creepy imagination that had to take a picture and conjure a story rather than just wiping it off and forgetting about it. If nothing else numbers one and four make good plots for a horror story. Perhaps I should change my writing genre.
So what do you think, creative genius or creepy conspiracy? Either way, somebody’s out to get me!
And let’s not talk about the dirty sink, ok?