etc.

• My cat bringing me body parts while I am watching television. (Note to self: do not read The Lovely Bones before going to bed).

• Driving to work in a stone-storm. Stones, falling from the sky, bouncing of my car, leaving deep welts in the metal and stripping paint. Underneath my car’s silver exterior there is, apparently, a red car waiting to get out.

• Capturing mirror images of myself with my digital camera and seeing a big purple dot where my head should be on the LCD display. Every time. Trying this over and over again with little success, the purple dot only gets bigger with every attempt.

• Going to the LCBO for a wine tasting and swirling, sniffing, gurgling wines that I believe to be truly vile. Everyone else standing in small groups whispering unequivocal praise for each wine, me thinking my buds are letting me down.

• Rummaging frantically through a card catalogue cabinet (in my bedroom), looking for lost jewellery, finding dead bugs and cold spaghetti in every drawer. (Reminder to self: Fear Factor is not real life).