well Wolf now I see where you get yer Phobia of Blue M&Ms ,

Like Moma , Like daughter !!!!!

:D

If it were really a sitcom, your wacky neighbor would have dropped by and done something stupid and/or clever with the raisins.

I didn't realize " yogurty clusters" was actually a term of art, until yesterday, when I saw the commercial.

They meant to say 'spoon'.

And since there is no spoon, what you've got there is a surplus.

I've been know to buy Lucky Charms just to eat the marshmallow candy, leaving the rest of the cereal in the box.

:D lol.

Hehehe....I wish my mom is that nice. :D

Is this True Confessions?

coz I've got a few things to get off my chest...

:D

My Life isn't a Parnoid-Inducng Spy Movie, Either
 

So, the other night I get home and go into the mailroom to grab my mail. I always make a point of checking the package room, just to make sure that the mailman didn't forget to put a slip in my box, you know?

So I go in and start looking around on the package shelf, looking for my apt number. Wasn't anything up there, but the checking includes making sure there aren't any larger boxes on the floor or anything in the bag on the hanger for my overflow mail ...

There wasn't, but then I noticed an index card sitting face up on the footstool that's left in the package room for the short little old ladies so they can reach the package shelf.

There's some letters and numbers on the card, and at first I didn't really pay a lot of attention to it.

Then, as I was turning around to leave it clicked and I was like "WTF???!!"

The two things written on the index card were the account name (which is a nonsensical letter and number combination) and the password for a website that we use at the nuthouse to check insurance eligibility.

Letter for letter. And/Or number.

Mine.

Well, not mine-mine, but my hospital's mine. Possibly even my department's mine, I don't know if billing has their own account and password or there's one for the whole facility.

But here's the WTF-ness.

Nobody that I work with lives here.

NOBODY.

None of the patients do either.

So ... where did this index card come from?

My department doesn't even have index cards.

Seriously.

Hmm.....maybe you wrote it on an index card sometime ago and dropped it and didn't realize it? :p Or someone who works with just moved in? Or simply, you've got a stalker! eeekk!

Could it have been mixed in with some work papers? If it was lying around your apartment, could you or your mother have jotted something on the other side and left it in the laundry room?

Two questions. No, make it one question. The moment you realized what the card was, what was your first suspicion?

Don't forget the obvious thing - kill the account.

Ask your mother if she has seen the index card before.

You indicate that your dept does not have index cards. Look around your apt to see if you can find any. They don't come in packs of one - where's the rest of them? If you find 499 of them in the trash can then you got a live one.

That is very bizzaro but could it be just an unlikely coincidence?

Or someone at the other end, at the website?