I'm here for the ghost.

True story.
I am a tremendous fan of the website freecycle.
If you haven't heard of it already, it's a site where you can post anything and everything that you don't want or want to get rid of, and folks line up to come and pick it up from your house. It is an awesome website, and keeps stuff out of the dumps, and recycles things until they have absolutely no life left. I literally post at least 1 item a week on here, usually two.

This week one of the items I posted up for grabs was an old Halloween light-up ghost. It is 3 feet tall, you plug it in, and it lights up. It's white and has a scary face and its' face (black) ran a little bit into the ghost's whiteness when it rained one year, so I don't really want it anymore, and put it up on freecycle.

A girl wrote me an email within an hour of posting it: "I love Halloween stuff! I'll take it"- "Cool, it's yours-here is my address, I'll leave it on the porch". So, I kinda forgot about it, and forgot to leave it on the porch, and I went to work. I stopped by a clients' house, and intended to only be there for 10 minutes, but ended up staying for two hours! Time flew!

During that two hours, my nanny was at home with two of the kids. Now, envision the following: I am gone, did not leave light-up Halloween ghost on the front porch, as promised to freecycler. V- Nanny- has no clue I am leaving anything out for anyone (my bad, I know).

Freecycler comes to door: Knock knock- "Hi, I'm here for the ghost"
V (Nanny)- "Uh, um, I am not sure what you are talking about"
Freecycler: "The ghost. That you're giving away..."
V (Nanny)- kind of laughing, puzzled "I thought I saw a ghost in the garage, but I'm not sure if we're giving it away..." "I don't live here"
Freecycler: "It's ok, don't worry about it.

I swear, I have been cracking myself up about this scenario since it occurred last night.
Ha!