gremlins (who needs 'em)!

I am really starting to believe in gremlins, those pesky creatures that try to foil your good mood by taking your stuff: a single sock from the dryer, keys, a favorite earring,  my glasses (these they are kind enough to return eventually although they never manage to put them back in the place I remember leaving them).


Lately, it seems, the gremlins have been hard at work around my house, taking everything from permission slips, to music books  to sports equipment (really, gremlins, I ask you, what good is a chewed up mouth guard to you?).  At times such as these, in moments of sheer desperation, I have been known to shake my fist at the gremlins (who, I believe, live in the floor) and shout things like "give it back," and "it's not yours."  But, being gremlins, they don't seem to listen.  Nor do they seem interested in the peace offerings I have made: the ping-pong table in the basement; the bracelets that are in a gigantic knot it my jewelry box; the socks with holes in them.

So, I am off this morning to look for a lost necklace, a missing tooth and my glasses.  Hopefully, the gremlins have grown tired of these things--and of spoiling this beautiful day--and will take my up on my offer of a pair of mismatched socks, an assortment of old keys, and a humble apology for ever doubting their existence.