While working in the bathroom this evening, my husband found a wooden toothpick by the sink. Normally this wouldn't be mentionable, except for a couple things.
1. We don't have any wooden toothpicks.
2. He noticed it after he had been working in there for a few hours.
3. My grandfather usually had a wooden toothpick in his mouth.
Neat.
Also, another weirdment that's just amusing -
Birdie managed to open WinAmp and set it to play a Stabbing Westward album, one that it hasn't played since before we moved. She did this by using the wireless keyboard, leaning on it while taking a bath. She's got talent.
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