A Safe Spot, The Hilarity I Call Me by BA

I was going through some old stories I have written and I found this one from October 22, 2008.
I’m thinking Patrick might think it’s funny, maybe Sue too. I am known for my “This is A Safe Spot” and this is a perfect example of my unbelievable gift for hiding things, even to myself!

An unusual thing has happened at my place.

Some of you may have noticed, I spent a lot of time traveling around last September. Well, I had this friend of mine stay at the house, to look after my dog Willow.  My friend has a bit of a drinking issue and just to make sure my house didn’t burn down,  I left plenty of beer for him and I took the liberty of putting my liquor in a ” a safe place”.

Well, NOW, I can’t seem to find the safe place. What the SHUCKS? That must be some safe place! Also, my Vampire teeth are missing ( I distinctly remember putting those in a safe place too! I said, yes, this is a safe place and put them there) and my bubble bath products. Where are my bubble bath products? I mean, I left the soapy bubbly stuff out by the tub and it’s still there.  But it seems, I put my lush bubble products (the most excellent stuff ever!)  in yet another safe place. I mean, I know my house is big but seriously, how many safe places can one place have?

So, that’s it. I have no teeth, no liquor and no bubble bath.

But, it seems, I have many safe places. Well, thank god for that, I guess.

On November 29, 2008 I wrote…

hahahaha, well today I found the “safe place”.  It only took me a little over a month and let me tell you it was a damn good hiding space too. I will have to remember it for the next time I’m playing hide and go seek. Now I’m going to fix a cocktail