I am afraid of my dryer.

For the past long while, the buzzer has been broken, causing it to buzz longer than it should at the end of each cycle. Minutes, hours, days if you left it alone..
In keeping with our family's 'adapt and move on' mentality, we did not call a repairperson. Rather, we began unplugging it to make the grating sound stop.
Sunday morning, I leaned behind the dryer with my hand on the settings knob, and my shoulder brushing the furnace. With my free hand I pushed the plug into the electrical socket and..
Blue ribbons of electricity leapt from the outlet *AND* the settings knob where my other hand was. I felt the knob crackling under my fingers, and got a nice big shock before I was able to let go. Apparently I make a better conduit for electricity than the actual cord(I didn't touch the metal prongs. I have no idea what happened.)
I walked it off, felt something akin to a caffeine buzz for a few hours, and went to work.
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In other news, this morning after nearing the point of death in my first - ever spin class..
I walked out into the parking lot, approached my mom's tan truck(which I had borrowed), opened the door and prepared to toss my backpack into the carseat on the passenger side..
..except..
Where the carseat should have been sat a big, clearly bewildered black lab.
We were both very surprised to see one another.
It turns out, it was the dog's truck. Mine was parked on the other side of the lot.
I laughed so hard I could hardly make it to the correct vehicle.
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In retrospect, do you think these two events could be related? hmm.

Upon finding the feral child..

..crouched under the kitchen table

early in the morning

naked

wild-haired

scooping yogurt from a container

eating it with her hands

trail mix on the floor

celery thrown aside

cherub cheeks

cornflower eyes

defiant

matter-of-fact

for the hundredth time

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she'll make your blood boil.
she'll make your heart melt.