Early this morning, before the sun was even sort of up, I went out to the van to hit the gym for some early morning exercise (I joined a club at the beginning of the year. I am not thin yet. I am blaming the club). The garage was pitch black, even though the garage door was open to the driveway, but I thought "Meh, I don't feel like turning on the garage light. I know my way to the car door and that way I won't have to turn the light off later." So I stepped into the garage.
And promptly bumped into a box with a big squishy sleeping bag on it, which rolled to the side and bumped into something else.
That bump triggered a tinkly musical noise...a music box.
I don't recollect a music box in the garage. I wasn't familiar with the tune. I am familiar with horror movies though, and this seemed like the perfect opening to one.
So I hustled my buns to Vanna White (the vehicle, who was NO help at all) and squealed the tires out of the garage.
After I exercised off my terror and after the sun had come up, I ventured back into the garage and looked around the squishy sleeping bag for the music box. But I never found anything that would have made the tinkly music.
I'm toying with the idea of telling Jim we need to move.