I Didn't Do It!!

So the day started out in quite an interesting fashion, to say the least.

Last night, we were up in Mt. Vernon at my dad's girlfriend's place, carving pumpkins all night. SO COOL. I actually got along with CeAnne's kids really well, what with all the flying pumpkin guts and baked pumpkin seeds my sister spilled. I wish I was more technologically savvy; I have some kick-butt pictures on my phone of all our pumpkins we slaved over. My dad and I, the most meticulous of the lot, spend two hours plus on our pumpkins. Okay, I had a pirate skull and the teeny-tiny teeth took up the second hour, so sue me - it was totally worth it.

We get back late to our house because the drive is an easy hour, and then I find to my delight, after an hour of fiddling, how to copy my cd's onto my newly-room-acquainted desktop computer. Sum total of everything, I was up way too late, and still wanted to get up early and find out what classes I was going to need to register for the next day.

But because of the weird circumstances I went to bed on, I had muddled and confused dreams. And around 6 this morning, just a few minutes before my alarm went off, I heard this thunderous CRASH somewhere. I am dead asleep and I bolt awake, without contacts or light or real concept of where I was, and with this swoop in my stomach because I thought I saw a figure dash across my bedroom in my first split-second of consciousness. Now note this again: I cannot see and it is dark in my room. Good to know I base my theories on sound judgement.

Moments later my dad appears in the doorway. "Was that you, Heather?" I am still confused and disoriented, so the best I've got is "Um...I don't think so...?" Leaving my door open, the light from the hall flooding into my room, he crept to the foot of the stairs to the background of little whispers from my siblings asking what in the freakin' world just happened. After a few moments of wasted suspense, he said, "Don't worry about it, go back to sleep for a few minutes everybody."

Peering past the beads covering my door, I squinted his direction as he said, "You know that sidetable with the plant at the top of the stairs? Well, it is now at the bottom of the stairs."

"What the heck...you think the dog did it?"

He smirked grimly. "When I felt the carpet at the top of the stairs, it was warm like she'd been lying there, and when I went downstairs she had this pitiful guilty look on her face. All signs point to, um, yeah." He retreated back to the warmth of his water bed while I crawled out of my own sheets to get started on looking up classes. The dog kept me company while I stared blearily at the computer screen with greasy hair and morning-smelling pj's, even to the point of gracing me with that ever-talented up-chuck reflex of hers; and as if that weren't enough, she gave me an encore, to which point I chased her outside the back door to so she could finish wretching somewhere dad didn't have to clean it up. why not add to her collection in the backyard while she's got perfectly good and fresh plant-leaves to donate?

I went through the tedious process of going back up the stairs, which involved stepping around the dark soil staining the light-colored carpet on the stairway on every single step. With my notoriaty for spilling and dropping and breaking things, I stepped around it all without complaint, glad for once that such a disaster wasn't my doing for once.