Mass awareness of a certain avian variety.

I need everyone to read this.

ARE YOU AS GROSSED OUT AS I AM!?

Two quotes from this post sicken me:

1. "[The rats would] crawl up in a pillow and start pulling my hair out, trying to make nesting material out of it."
2. "But Glen had begun taking control of his life -- participating in the cleanup (which entailed knocking out sections of wall to flush out the rats)..."

Would I still watch the episode?  You bet!  And I'm going to look for it on demand the next time P is at the gym.  He won't let me watch it when he's here.  "WHY would you want to watch this??"

How does this happen?!

Yesterday was P's and my ten-year anniversary.  (No, that's not what the post title is referring to!)  We celebrated with gifts and dinner out at one of our favorite Indian restaurants.  I had the "Indian pot pie" special -- lamb and vegetables on a puff pastry crust -- and P had Kalonji Chicken.  It was yummy.  And we're pretty sure we haven't been there in a couple of years!  It may have even been for an anniversary past...  It's crazy to think it has been ten years.  That means Cole is also about ten (we got him shortly after we started dating).  That makes me sad.  But cats live a long time, right?  That also means we've been in Chicago for about half of our relationship.

Yesterday was also memorable for another reason.  This is where the post title comes in.  I managed to lose my keys somewhere in our condo.  I'm not really sure how that's possible.  We're not hoarders.  It's not as though there are innumerable places the keys could be.  Pockets of the shorts I changed out of?  Nope.  Bottom of the litter box scoopings we threw away?  Nope (and thanks to P for looking in that bag!)  I even looked in the freezer.  Still nothin'.  I know they are inside.  I needed them to get back into the building after letting Fergie out.  In the five minutes between when I came back inside and we left for dinner, they vanished.

So today, after looking in all the same places again, I went to the hardware store to get some copies made.  On my way there, I started panicking about the cost to replace my car key.  In my mind, it was playing out a lot like it did in Denver when J lost her only set of keys somewhere between the bar and the car (which was about 100 feet away from the exit).  Lucky for me, my dealer was nice enough to give me three sets of car keys.  Also lucky for me -- I keep important things like that safely locked up in my fire proof safe.  You taught me well, Dad!

This kind of thing doesn't happen to me.  I'm anal about where I put things, especially those things that are always in my pockets.  I don't think I've ever misplaced my keys.  This leads me to one of two possible (and logical) conclusions.  Either I have Early Alzheimer's (something I've assumed I have since seeing a story about it 15 years ago on "20/20"), or we have a ghost.  I'm hoping for the ghost.