~ I mentioned that there was some bad juju going on in the house but I forgot to note that it all sort of lined up with the amount of time that Greg brought home a really cool old trunk from his work and had it sitting in the garage. I didn’t draw the comparison between the weird events and the old trunk until I started wondering “What has shifted? What’s been different? Has anything new come into the house?”

The trunk was one of those old traveling trunks that one would’ve seen on a steamer at the turn of the century. It was HUGE, much larger than the normal, standard foot locker and was so old that the leather handles on the sides had dry-rotted off in the middle. Greg came across it in the warehouse at his work and, thinking that it looked like a really cool potential decorating accent to complement our vintage-travel-themed notations around the house, brought it home. This is when the weird stuff starting happening, including a bizarre string of inexplicable hostile emotions and weird confrontations between us that are not only completely unusual in our relationship, but were all cited as unnecessary and unfounded in the aftermath.

Upon further research, we learned that the trunk had previously belonged to a man who was employed at Greg’s company a few years ago. We know him personally because he was the one who gave Chloe her first professional photo shoot at 6 weeks old. I’m sure it’s not necessarily related, but this genuinely kind man and his bright, cheerful wife lost their son to a brutal, random murder many years ago… Makes me wonder is all…

Even after I did a cleansing on it, I still wasn’t confident enough to bring it into the house so, last night, Greg put it out by the trash for WM to pick up this morning. When we got up, it was gone and we realized that someone else, thinking we were fools for wanting to get rid of such a cool artifact, had snatched up the trunk to use it in their own home decor. While I’m glad the trunk is gone, I really kind of feel bad for dumping it on someone else without any warning. Maybe I should’ve left a note, but then, being in the Bible Belt, rumors of me being a witch would’ve inevitably surfaced within the week, so maybe it’s just as well.

Still though.. If a house in the neighborhood catches fire sometime soon, I’m going to wonder if they were the trunk’s latest owner.

~ It’s never been a secret that I have a raging sweet tooth. Occasionally I get on kicks where I CANNOT stop eating sweet things in massive quantities - these last weeks being one such example. I’ve been indulging in large ice cream sundries at least 5 days out of 7 and on days when I’m not doing this, I’m consuming at least 50 oz. of Cherry Sprite from Sonic. Bad. Badbadbad.

Anyway, it’s become apparent that this has to stop. Somehow haven’t gained a pound, even though the extra 1,000 calories a day have had ample opportunity to catch up with me by now, so I’m grateful for that, but I’ve started becoming sluggish and generally unmotivated, which is a complete 180 from where I was a few weeks ago. That’s gotta stop.

So I’m undergoing a cold-turkey detox. I always hate when I put temporary bans on things that aren’t deadly to me but this method worked to cure me of my insane caffeine addiction last year (I was having 8 Cherry Coke Zeroes a day toward the end there… yyyeeaaahhh) and, while I’ve never been accused of having a decent will-power, I think I can last for a few weeks just to hit a mental “Reboot”. From now until our trip to Chicago for the 4th, I’m keeping myself away from anything that could be categorized as “sweets”. No pastries, no candies, no pies or most baked goods, no flowery coffee drinks, no sodas, no mints… None of it. I want to get my mouth back to that “take it or leave it” setting in regards to sweet things so I’m not a victim of diabetes within the year.

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And there you have it, folks. My life at the present: demon trunks and fatassery. Excitement abounds!