"Tear down that bitch of a bearing wall, and put a window where it ought to be"

Have you ever put something back in an inappropriate place?  

Before your dirty “that’s what she said/ he said” minds run wild, let me clarify.

And before I start, mind you, I am currently coming down from a Benadryl delirium — and from a cartwheel high in my hallway. 

So I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth of the mango hairs stuck in between my teeth’s tight spaces, and instead of pumping the toothpaste on my brush I went straight for the hand soap.  Which reminded me of this time, when in a beach shower, I washed my hair with hand soap, and only knew afterwards when I told my mother.  Luckily, seconds after this white soap leaked on my toothbrush’s bristles I realized my mistake and rinsed it under hot water in the sink. 

But I got to thinking, how many other times have I done things like this?

After dinner in my household, I am the one who will Windex the glass table.  Countless times I have placed the spray in the refrigerator instead of in it’s proper cupboard.  A girl I once knew shared in my stupidity; she used to put her deodorant in the refrigerator as well — and she said the coldness felt so good that she left the deodorant in her fridge for up to a year.  Refrigerators get most of the action!

And then I thought about shoes tied together and strung around those phone pole wires.  I always thought kids in different neighborhoods were sending messages to each other that way.  Depending on the size, brand, and color of the sneaker, brothers and sisters would know which corner to meet on, what sport they were playing, whose house they would gather to.  

And those sneakers always made me think of Sometimes They Come Back — the movie.

Another friend of mine told me of his trip to Amsterdam.  He said, “there are more bicycles than there are people,” and that there is this area where people just throw their bicycles in a tree (or was it a steam?).  Either way, that is something crazy!  And it makes me think of Are You Afraid of the Dark, "The Tale of  the Shiny Red Bicycle," which is hilarious, because that episode always paralleled — at least in my mind — to Sometimes They Come Back.

See how everything comes full circle!

                                   (here is the actual episode. Enjoy!)

*Also, check out something along the same brain length. By going to: Brain Boggle.

UPDATE:

I forgot the most important element to this post.  When I was in Pre-K I put a rhinestone in my nose because it fell off my dress and I had no other place to put it.  This happening sparked a poem that I wrote years later.  I wrote it a while ago though, so it probably is not as good as it was when I actually wrote it two years ago. But here it goes:

The Nose is a Natural Pocket  (Put a Pocket Where a Nose Should be)

Sky blue bead trapped in a beige nostril.

Suffocated breathing escapes from the little girl’s nose.

Naptime in the nursery

and the teacher bends to the mat of the snoring girl.

In the hall the teacher forces her to breathe out —

a task she has not quite mastered at three years of age.

And although agonizing and torturous she breathes in instead,

forcing the bead to rise up the ride.

Still, the girl cannot help but retain a slightly amused smile.

Twelve doctors later, and not one knows the trick,

and the girl suffers through an assortment of their weapons.

For lack of sitting still she even succumbs to being strapped inside a straight jacket.

And she cries with the irony she will not yet come to understand.

Finally, or fortunately, her mom starts thinking on her toes

and remembers the ENT who removed the sister’s tonsils.

He vacuums out the stray bead (which had fallen off her dress during recess)

while she lays sprawled out like a specimen.

She watches from a T.V. screen as the nostril releases its runaway captive.

She remembers now, and will never forget, that the bead was blue — sky blue.