I am starting to feel like Banjo in Carol's recent post about cabin fever. Maybe the weather has finally caused me to snap, because tonight I opened my kitchen drawer that holds all my dish towels and there was dog food everywhere. It was all throughout the drawer. I called my husband in to look (because I usually blame him first) and he had no idea either what happened. Now, I can assure you I did not take the dog's expensive Fromm food and throw it in my towel drawer, so what happened? Was I sleep walking? Did Vern or Fudge learn to open drawers and wanted to stash some food away for a rainy day? Is my husband pretending we are in the movie Gaslight and trying to drive me insane? This is a mystery to me.