my freaky story

on my way to chelleybutton's last weekend, i stopped at the library to drop of some books and quickly check my email. i left my car doors unlocked and the driver's side window down.

upon coming out of the library, i got into my car, and promptly noticed that my passenger window was down. i had not put it down. i know i didn't. and yet, it was down. everything was still there, nothing else seemed to have been touched, but the window was definitely down, and i had definitely not done it.

my only two suspects were my brother and the cook, but seeing as sancho lives in wisconsin, and the cook very much insists that it was not him (and that he wishes he would've done it), i have no idea who would've done it. or why. it's very freaky.