My slumber was not disturbed by mysterious rummaging, refrigerator doors closing or salt deployments. Meaning the culprit was much quieter this time around. This is what I found upon dragging myself out of bed this fine, Saturday morning...
All salt variations found within this residence collected in one convenient location. The bread was also left open, which is disconcerting. I can't stand stale bread resulting from neglect.
This mystery will soon be solved. But first a yard to manicure, a twelve-year-old birthday party to prepare for and some general odds and ends to tie up associated with moving from one home to another.
For the record, I have not deployed Jazz Hands to this point in the day. This evening will provide ample opportunity to fervently jazz my hands as the birthday festivities include a dance party for a large quantity of pre-teens, for which I am supplying many hours worth of suitable, high energy music.
Tonight I am DJ Jazz Hands.
Today's Jazz Hands are forthcoming.
Day two-hundred and thirty-six complete.
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